The Sunset Gate

I am tra­vel­ing tow’rd the sun­set gate

I’m a pil­grim go­ing home;

For the glow of ev­en­tide I wait

I’m a pil­grim go­ing home.

Evening bells I seem to hear

As the sun­set gate draws near!

Evening bells I seem to hear

As the sun­set gate draws near!

There is tran­quil rest when day is done

I shall lay me down in peace;

When the end is reached at set of sun

I shall lay me down in peace.

By the side of those most near and dear

I shall drop life’s toil and care;

When the Mas­ter’s ten­der voice I hear

I shall drop life’s toil and care.

I shall rise again at morn­ing dawn

I shall put on glo­ry then;

With the sha­dowy veil of death un­drawn

I shall put on glo­ry then.