Cidade Linda

Jesus is coming soon in the clouds
To take a people away from you
Trumpets will sound
We will go to heaven

I want to ascend singing along with the angels
I will meet there
Cherubim and archangels

And the Church will ascend
Up there in the heights
All in white and with a pure soul
To live in that city
Beautiful city, incomparable
All made of gold and beautifully adorned
Where there is peace and love and happiness