Hail the Glorious Golden City

Hail the glorious golden city, pictured by the seers of old:

everlasting light shines o’er it, wondrous things of it are told.

Wise and righteous men and women dwell within its gleaming wall;

wrong is banished from its borders, justice reigns supreme o’er all.

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We are builders of that city. All our joys and all our groans

help to rear its shining ramparts; all our lives are building-stones.

Whether humble or exalted, all are called to task divine;

all must aid alike to carry forward one sublime design.

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And the work that we have builded, oft with bleeding hands and tears,

oft in error, oft in anguish, will not perish with our years:

it will live and shine transfigured in the final reign of right:

it will pass into the splendors of the city of the light.