1 In the fadeless springtime, on the heav’nly shore,
Kindred spirits wait us, who have gone before;
There no flowers wither, and no pleasures cloy;
In that land of beauty, in that home of joy.
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By the gate they’ll meet us, ’neath that golden sky,
Meet us at the portal—meet us by and by.
2 In the misty gloaming, death awaits us all;
Silent is his coming, sure the Master’s call;
And the angel footsteps mark the upward way,
Till the twilight merges into heavenly day. [Refrain]
3 Trusting in the Savior, may we humbly wait,
’Till the holy angels ope the pearly gate;
And the loving Father, from His gracious throne,
Smiling bids us welcome to our heav’nly home. [Refrain]