City of the Son

There is a hiding place from all life’s woes A city, where the weary and heavy laden may go. A resting place where from the world, I am free. A sanctuary of grace that welcomes all inside its gate. A place where time must yield to eternal day, and all sorrow and tears are wiped away. A city where streams of blessings flow and no pain, or heartache shall we ever know. Sweet solace for the soul; how I long to go! The gates of the city stand open night and day refuge for everyone; life eternal in the city of the Son!