When Christ our Lord shall come to reign,
This groan­ing earth shall smile again;
From sin and death ’twill then be free,
And there in beau­ty, too, shall be
A ci­ty fair, ex­ceed­ing great,
With golde­n streets and pear­ly gate.

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Then come, poor sin­ner, come today,
Lest you should ven­ture to delay,
You’ll find your­self at last too late,
And closed for aye the pear­ly gate.

In that fair ci­ty comes no night,
For God Him­self shall be its light,
Unfading splen­dor fills the place,
And joy lights up each smil­ing face;
To all the bound­less joys that wait
Inside that glit­ter­ing, pear­ly gate.

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But he who trusts in Christ our Lord
And lives obe­di­ent to His word,
It mat­ters not how poor he be,
He’ll find an en­trance full and free
And glo­ry in eter­nal weight
Is found in­side that pear­ly gate.

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Whatever path­way oth­ers trace
We mean by God’s as­sist­ing grace
To keep the nar­row hea­ven­ly way,
And then up­on the last great day,
When Je­sus comes in roy­al state,
He’ll lead us thro’ the pear­ly gate.

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