Earth and all its gleam will crumble, fade,
A fleeting mist, a whisper swept astray.
Yet Heaven stands, our true and timeless glade,
A city vast, of worth no scale can weigh!
Its roots dive deep, unshaken, star-forged stone,
No force can rend its walls of cosmic might,
May we chase this realm, eternal, brightly shone,
A glorious throne, indestructible, alight.

Our treasures gleam beyond this mortal crust,
Not bound to clay that cracks beneath the sun,
The pearl of price, outshining earthly dust,
Salvation’s spark—divinely, holy won!
A birth anew, through Heaven’s boundless gate,
Our truest hoard, where Christ forever reigns,
Live for that city, grand, inviolate,
Where endless joy in sacred light sustains!