1 Those golden gates are op’ning wide,
Are op’ning wide for me;
Soon as I see that glorious land,
My spirit will be free.
We hear the angels song of love,
Of joy and rest and peace;
We’ll join with loved ones gone before
In songs that never cease.
2 I fain would leave this dreary world,
This world of care and strife;
My feet they long to wander there,
Far from this weary life. [Refrain]
3 My work on earth is nearly done,
Why should I longer stay?
The crested waves bear me along
To everlasting day. [Refrain]Source: Songs of Summerland #88