By the Beautiful Gate

1 We speak of our lov’ed in the heav’nly land,
Of the grief of vanish’d years;
And the mists of the river of death are spann’d,
By the rainbow of sorrow’s tears.

Refrain:
By the beautiful gate they watch and wait,
Till our feet shall cease to roam;
For over the river, to dwell forever,
The dear ones are gath’ring home.

2 The voice of their melody wanders free,
Thro’ the wail of our broken song;
And their snowy white robes we can almost see,
As the palace of light they throng. [Refrain]

3 But soon shall our feet press the golden strand,
In that city beyond the sea;
When with dear ones again we shall clasp the hand,
On the shores of eternity. [Refrain]

Source: Sacred Songs No. 2 #14

• MIDI file from Sacred Songs No. 2 #14