I’ve read where Jesus said, that He’d prepare a place for me
With splendor that no tongue could tell, no human eye could see
The saints will walk those streets one day, that are made of purest gold
And see the things God kept in store, that have never, yet been told

It’s called the New Jerusalem, that’s one day…. coming down
We’ll live where tears, and parting pain, and death cannot be found
Then dressed in wedding garments, we’ll be brought before the King
And spend the endless ages there, singing I have been redeemed

High on Zion’s Mountain, we will stand and look away
To see the God of Heaven, on that grand and glorious day
No night will ever hide the sights, described by John of old
High on Zion’s Mountain, all its beauties to behold
No night will ever hide the sights, described by John of old
High on Zion’s Mountain, all its beauties to behold