Twelve hundred miles its length and breadth
The four square city stands
It’s gem set walls of jasper shine
Not made by human hands
One hundred miles its gates are wide
Abundance entrance there
With fifty miles of elbow room
On either side to spare
When the gates swing wide on the other side
Just beyond the sunset sea
There’ll be room to spare as we enter there
Room for you and room for me
For the gates are wide on the other side
Where the flowers ever bloom
On the right hand on the left hand
Fifty miles of elbow room
Sometimes I’m cramped and crowded here
And long for elbow room
I want to reach for altitude
Where fair flowers bloom
It won’t be long til I shall pass
Into that city fair
With fifty miles of elbow room
On either side to spare