TSC Oh what a city

OH WHAT A CITY


THERE'S A CITY, OVER YONDER, NOT MADE WITH HUMAN HANDS.
A PLACE WHERE NO HEARTACHES WILL EVER TROUBLE MAN.
NONE OF THE POET'S, OR GREAT AUTHOR CAN NOT REALLY
DESCRIBE ALL THE BEAUTY'S THAT'S WAITING INSIDE.


CHORUS
OH, WHAT A CITY. WHAT A LAND.
ON THOSE HILLS OF ZION I KNOW I'LL STAND.
((NO MORE CRYING NO MORE DYING))
NO MORE PAIN FOR US TO BEAR.
OH, WHAT A CITY HE'S GONE TO PREPARE.

THERE'S NO NEED, FOR A SUN THERE,
FOR IT'S LIGHT WILL BE TO DIM.
COMPARED TO THE GLORY'S OF THE LIGHT, THAT SHINES WITHIN
FOR THE LAMB SLAIN ON CALVARY, SHINES BRIGHTER,
THAN THE SUN, FOR ALL GOD'S CHILDREN, WHO' OVER COME.