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.

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 heav’n­ly day.

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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.

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