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John R. Clements

Hart P. Davis

P. H. Metcalf

In the land of endless day
Lies the city four-square;
It shall never pass away,
And there is no night there.

All the gates of pearl are made,
In the city four-square;
All the streets with gold are laid,
And there is no night there.

And the gates shall never close
To the city four-square;
There life's crystal water flows,
And there is no night there.

There they need no sunshine bright
In the city four-square;
For the Lamb is all the light,
And there is no night there.

Chorus:
God shall wipe away all tears
There's no death, no pain, nor fears;
And they count not time by years
For there is no night there.