The love of Christ is brightly shining From my fine designer lighting Reflecting from my marble floors Glinting from my golden doors. He's given me this lustrous treasure Filled my life with every pleasure, This house of glass this brave estate Behind my tempered burly gates.
I know it's said He loved the poor But look around He loves me more. And when He sheds his grace on me Who am I to disagree? Behold the triumph of His will My shining city on a hill Until He comes to take me back And hosts of angels help me pack.
