When I Walk Up the Streets of Gold

The bur­dens of life may be ma­ny

The frowns of the world may be cold;

To me it will mat­ter but lit­tle

When I walk up the streets of gold.

When I walk up the streets of gold

When I walk up the streets of gold;

How my heart will re­joice in that morn­ing

When I walk up the streets of gold.

With joy I shall en­ter that ci­ty

The face of my Sav­ior be­hold;

And I shall be changed and be like Him

When I walk up the streets of gold.

What won­der­ful vi­sions of beau­ty

What glo­ri­ous scenes shall un­fold;

And what dazz­ling splen­dors sur­round me

When I walk up the streets of gold.

For ag­es and ag­es I’ll praise Him

And nev­er grow wea­ry or old;

Love-crowned I’ll ab­ide in His pre­sence

When I walk up the streets of gold.