It was midnight in a Canadian Army camp during World War I. In the guardhouse several prisoners lay asleep on the floor. Suddenly the silence was broken by a heavenly song, as the strong, clear voice of a lone sentry sang, "The City Foursquare."
One of the prisoners awoke and listened. His soul thrilled to the words! Both he and the sentry were Christians and amid the darkness of war, both rejoiced in the hope laid up for them in heaven. Reader, can you read your title clear to those mansions in the sky? The blood of Jesus is the only passport there. Come to Him now.
In the land of fadeless day
Lies "the city four-square";
It shall never pass away,
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."
All the gates of pearls are made
In "the city four-square";
And its street with gold is laid,
And there is "no night there."
And the gates shall never close
To "the city four-square";
There life's crystal river 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."