City not made with Hands City not made with hands, not throned above the skies, nor walled with shining walls, nor framed with stones of price, more bright than gold or gem, God's own Jerusalem! Wheree'er the gentle hear finds courage from above; where'er the heart forsook warms with breath of love; where faith bids fear depart, City of God, thou art. Thou art wheree'er the proud in humbleness melts down; where self itself yields up; where martyrs win their crown; where faithful souls possess themselves in perfect peace; where in life's common ways with cheerful feet we go; where in his steps we tread, who trod the way of woe; where he is in the heart, City of God, thou art.