Where The Gates Swing Outward Never
Just a few more days to be filled with praise,
And to tell the old, old story;
Then, when twilight falls, and my Savior calls,
I shall go to Him in glory.
Just a few more years with their toil and tears,
And the journey will be ended;
Then I'll be with Him, where the tide of time
With eternity is blended.
Tho' the hills be steep and the valleys deep,
With no flowers my way adorning;
Tho' the night be lone and my rest a stone,
Joy awaits me in the morning.
What a joy 'twill be when I wake to see,
Him for whom my heart is burning!
Nevermore to sigh, nevermore to die -
For that day my heart is yearning.
I'll exchange my cross for a starry crown,
Where the gates swing outward never;
At His feet I'll lay every burden down,
And with Jesus reign forever.