When Christ our Lord shall come to reign,
This groaning earth shall smile again;
From sin and death ’twill then be free,
And there in beauty, too, shall be
A city fair, exceeding great,
With golden streets and pearly gate.
Then come, poor sinner, come today,
Lest you should venture to delay,
You’ll find yourself at last too late,
And closed for aye the pearly gate.
In that fair city comes no night,
For God Himself shall be its light,
Unfading splendor fills the place,
And joy lights up each smiling face;
To all the boundless joys that wait
Inside that glittering, pearly gate.
But he who trusts in Christ our Lord
And lives obedient to His word,
It matters not how poor he be,
He’ll find an entrance full and free
And glory in eternal weight
Is found inside that pearly gate.
Whatever pathway others trace
We mean by God’s assisting grace
To keep the narrow heavenly way,
And then upon the last great day,
When Jesus comes in royal state,
He’ll lead us thro’ the pearly gate.