Oh they say there is a river
That flows beneath the throne
And the surface there
Reflects that holy place
Oh I’m sure that all the splendor
Will be so grand to see
But what I long to see the
most is Jesus’ face
Oh the lights of that fair city
Will never fade away
It’s a perfect land
where night will never come
But all the beauty I’ll behold there
Can’t compare to how I’ll feel
When I hear my precious
Lord say “Well done”