Poetry Archives

Sometime the golden gates will lift,
  I know not how nor when ’twill be,
My soul, the one immortal gift,
  Will stand beside the changeless sea.

  CHORUS.

  Lift up, ye gates, ye golden gates,
    A soul would come before the throne;
  Lift up, ye gates, ye golden gates,
    Ring out, O bells, in rapturous tone.

Sometime this poor world’s light will fade,
  I’ll walk alone the unknown way,
But Christ my sins long since hath paid,
  My home was purchased Easter day.

Sometime the silver cloud will break,
  While glory pure my spirit thrills,
We’ll see our friends, the crystal lake,
  Rest in sweet peace by love-lit rills.

Sometime my cross a crown will prove,
  Sometime my tears will jewels be,
Sometime all doubts Christ will remove—
  Blest be the time, eternity!