We Shall Meet at the Beautiful Gate

Dear mo­ther

safe on that bright shore

For me will watch and wait;

I love to pic­ture o’er and o’er

My wel­come at the gate.

Beautiful gate of pear­ly white

Beautiful gate so fair

Beautiful ci­ty

God its light

I know we’ll meet up there.

My mind goes back to oth­er days

When she was with me here;

I sang for her sweet hymns of praise

And heard her words of cheer.

And now when oft­en­times I try

Some old and cher­ished strain

Their ten­der me­mo­ries dim my eyes

And fill my heart with pain.

Then comes the thought

we’ll meet again

At Heav­en’s gate so fair

And I shall sing some sweet re­frain

With mo­ther ov­er there.

Yes

there ’twill be the glad new song

Which Christ Him­self will give

Thro’ Him I’ll reach the hap­py throng

Thro’ Him in glo­ry live.

There ran­somed ones se­cure­ly dwell

And sing re­deem­ing love

Methinks I’ll hear the chor­us swell

O pre­cious home ab­ove.