When the voice of Je­sus calls me,
And the an­gels whis­per low,
I will lean up­on my Sav­ior,
In the val­ley as I go;
I will claim His pre­cious promise,
Worth to me a world of gold—
Fear no ev­il, I’ll be with you,
When the pear­ly gates un­fold.

I have giv’n up all for Je­sus,
This vain world is naught to me,
All its plea­sures are for­got­ten,
In re­mem­ber­ing Cal­va­ry.
Though my friends des­pise, for­sake me,
And on me the world looks cold,
I’ve a friend who will stand by me,
Till the pear­ly gates un­fold.

Just be­yond the waves of Jor­dan,
Just be­yond the chil­ly tide,
Blooms the tree of life im­mor­tal,
Where the liv­ing wa­ters glide.
In that hap­py land of spir­its,
Flowers bloom on hills of gold,
And the angels are in wait­ing,
When the pear­ly gates un­fold.