Collected by Max Hunter (H-5 ) Sung by J. W. Breazeal
For Mary C. Parler Springfield, Missouri
Transcribed by Frances Majors April 27, 1958
Reel 247, Item 6
The City of Life
There's a city of life
'Mid the sorrow, we are told,
Where they know not a sorrow or care;
And the gates are all pearl,
And the streets are all gold,
And the buildings exceedingly fair.
Let us pray for each other,
Nor faint by the way,
In this sad world of sorrow and care;
For that home is so bright,
And is almost in sight,
And I trust in my heart you'll go there.
Brother dear, never fear,
We shall triumph at last
If we trust in the Word he has given;
When our trials or toils
And our scourges are past,
We shall meet in that home up in Heaven.
Let us walk in the light
Of the gospel devine,
Let us ever keep near to the cross;
Let us love, watch and,pray
In our pilgrimage here,
Let us count all things else as but lost.
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