City of God, you are the place of life,
Inside your gates sweet songs of praise resound,
You’re beautif’lly adorned, a spotless wife,
For celebrations angels gather ’round,
And what is said of you is glorious,
For you, our mother, are a woman free,
The new Jerusalem, magnanimous,
Within which angels sing “Holy, holy.”
Above you there’s no need for sun nor moon,
For God Himself dwells there and is your light,
May we who journey here come to you soon,
But ’til you call us give us strength to fight.
We know that if we get up when we fall,
Our heavenly reward will be worth all.