ON The top of Mount Zion is a city And the earth with glory it doth fill; I shall look on its beauty in the morning When I reach that city on the hill.

Oh, that city on Mount Zion, Tho' a pilgrim yet I love thee still; I'll not leave thee, through the ages, When I reach that city on the hill.

I'm invited to come home to that city, For the Word says, "Whosoever will," And I'll find there a mansion for me waiting When I reach that city on the hill.

Oh, that city on Mount Zion, Tho' a pilgrim yet I love thee still; I'll not leave thee, through the ages, When I reach that city on the hill.

Death will never molest me in that city, Never leave me lying cold and chill; And I'll enter to live up there forever When I reach that city on the hill.

Oh, that city on Mount Zion, Tho' a pilgrim yet I love thee still; I'll not leave thee, through the ages, When I reach that city on the hill.

So I'll stay here until my Saviour calls me, Trying daily to perform His will; Then He'll say unto me, "Well done,"up yonder When I reach that city on the hill.

Oh, that city on Mount Zion, Tho' a pilgrim yet I love thee still; I'll not leave thee, through the ages, When I reach that city on the hill.