When the gold­en gates are op­ened,
And I en­ter into rest,
And be­hold the bless­èd Sav­ior,
And am fold­ed to His breast—

Refrain

That will be glo­ry, that will be glo­ry,
That will be glo­ry with my Sav­ior king;
That will be glo­ry, that will be glo­ry,
That will be glo­ry while we shout and sing.

When this wea­ry way has end­ed,
With its con­flict sharp and long,
And the peace and joy of Heav­en
Fills the heart and tunes the song—

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Then the pro­mised rest and glo­ry
In frui­tion will be known,
And the long ima­gined splen­dor
Into know­ledge shall have grown.

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O, but ’tis the One in glo­ry
It will be so good to meet,
And to cast my crown be­fore Him
Down at His be­lov­èd feet.

Refrain

And for­ev­er bear the like­ness
Of the Lord who died for me,
And for­ev­er join the chor­us
Of the ran­somed and the free.

Refrain