All the mys­ter­ies of earth
That I do not un­der­stand,
Will be ex­plained up yon­der, I am told;
And I’ll find that for my good
Everything the Lord has planned,
When my feet shall press the streets of gold.

Refrain

Yes, the Lord will make it plain up yon­der,
Up yon­der, up yon­der.
Everything He will ex­plain up yon­der,
When my feet shall press the streets of gold.

Every stage of life and death
Is an aw­ful mys­te­ry,
And so are many things that I be­hold,
But for all these hid­den things
I shall some day have the key,
When my feet shall press the streets of gold.

Refrain

I shall ne­ver un­der­stand
Why in sor­row I must moan,
’Till I once more my loved ones shall en­fold,
For God’s wis­dom I shall see
And I’ll know as I am known,
When my feet shall press the streets of gold.

Refrain

So I’ll trust, and mur­mur not,
’Till I reach my home ab­ove,
No mat­ter what up­on me may be rolled,
And I’ll find that ev­ery­thing
God has giv­en me in love,
When my feet shall press the streets of gold.

Refrain