1 I am standing at the portal, and in silence watch and wait
For the song of life eternal and the opening of the gate;
And the tho’t of drawing nearer and of being face to face,
Is a burden bearer for me to the ending of the race.

Refrain:
They shall meet us, they shall greet us,
Just beyond the river’s flow;
They shall hold us, they shall fold us,
All the loved of life we know.

2 For I think of those together who have reached the perfect dawn,
Who have kept the faith of Jesus, and the wedding garments on;
And of how the morning splendor, when the work of time is done,
Brings us swiftly to the meeting where the crown of life is won. [Refrain]

3 For the pilgrim hosts are coming from the East and from the West,
Through the valley and the shadow to the mansions of the blest;
Oh, the glory of the morning when the feet shall cease to roam,
And the loved of earth shall meet us in our Father’s house at home. [Refrain]