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.

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.

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.

Though the hills be steep and the val­leys deep

With no flow­ers my way ad­orn­ing;

Though 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.