When the pear­ly gates are op­ened
To a sin­ner saved by grace,
When thro’ ev­er­last­ing mer­cy,
I be­hold my Sav­ior’s face,
When I en­ter in the man­sions
Of the ci­ty bright and fair,
I shall have a roy­al wel­come,
For I’ll be no stran­ger there.

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I shall be no stran­ger there;
Jesus will my place pre­pare;
He will meet me, He will greet me;
I shall be no stran­ger there.

Thro’ time’s ev­er chang­ing sea­sons,
I am press­ing t’ward the goal;
’Tis my heart’s sweet na­tive coun­try,
’Tis the home­land of my soul;
Many loved ones, clothed with beau­ty,
In those won­drous glo­ries share;
When I rise, re­deemed, for­giv­en,
I shall be no stran­ger there.

Refrain

There my dear Re­deem­er liveth,
Blessèd Lamb up­on the throne;
By the crim­son marks up­on them,
He will sure­ly claim His own.
So, when­ev­er sad or lone­ly,
Look be­yond the earth­ly care;
Weary child of God, re­mem­ber,
You will be no stran­ger there.

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