| C | G | C | |
| There's | no disap | pointment in | heaven |
| G | C | |
| No weariness | sorrow or | pain |
| G | C | |
| No hearts that are | bleeding and | broken |
| G | C | |
| No song with a | minor re | frain |
| F | C | |
| The clouds of our | earthly hor | izon |
| G | C | |
| Will never ap | pear in the | sky |
| F | C | |
| For all will be | sunshine and | gladness |
| G | C | |
| With never a | sob or a | sigh |
| Chorus: |
| F | C | |
| I'm bound for that | beautiful | city |
| G | |
| My Lord has prepared for his | own |
| Where all the redeemed of all ages |
| C | |
| Sing glory around the white | throne |
| F | C | |
| Sometimes I grow | homesick for | heaven |
| F | |
| And the glories I there shall be | hold |
| C | |
| What a joy that will | be |
| F | |
| When my Saviour I | see |
| C | G | C | |
| In that | beautiful | city of | gold |
| We'll never pay rent for our mansion |
| The taxes will never come due |
| Our garments will never grow threadbare |
| But always be fadeless and new |
| We'll never be hungry or thirsty |
| Nor languish in poverty there |
| For all the rich bounties of heaven |
| His sanctified children will share |
| There'll never be crepe on the doorknob |
| No funeral train in the sky |
| No graves on the hillsides of glory |
| For there we shall never more die |
| The old will be young there forever |
| Transformed in a moment of time |
| Immortal we'll stand in His likeness |
| The stars and the sun to outshine |