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/ 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!