The twelve gates were twelve pearls: every several gate was of one pearl: and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass.@Revelation 21:21

Edward H. Nevin, in Grove Songs No. 2, by Asa Hull (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: Asa Hull, 1872), number 1.

Pearly Gate Asa Hull (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Asa Hull (1828-1907)

The night is dark, the storm is loud;
Beneath its force the trees are bowed;
Yet still the pearly gate I see,
Where angels stand to welcome me.

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To welcome me, to welcome me,
The angels stand to welcome me.

My heart is sad, deep sorrows roll,
Like streams of fire across my soul;
And yet the pearly gate I see,
Where angels stand to welcome me.

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With fears without, and foes within,
I seem almost subdued by sin;
And yet the pearly gate I see,
Where angels stand to welcome me.

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The road is rough, my feet are sore,
I long to have the journey o’er;
And yet the pearly gate I see,
Where angels stand to welcome me.

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My eyes are dim, and faint my breath,
Within me are the seeds of death;
But still the pearly gate I see,
Where angels stand to welcome me.

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When life is gone, and in my breast
All grief and fears are hushed to rest,
I hope the pearly gate to see,
Where angels stand to welcome me.

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