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

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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.

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

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