O gold­en day, when light shall break,
And dawn’s bright glo­ries shall un­fold,
When He who knows the path I take
Shall ope for me the gates of gold!
Earth’s lit­tle while will soon be past,
My pil­grim song will soon be o’er,
The grace that saves shall time out­last,
And be my theme on yon­der shore.

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Then I shall know as I am known,
And stand com­plete be­fore the throne;
Then I shall see my Sav­ior’s face,
And all my song be sav­ing grace.

Life’s up­ward way, a nar­row path,
Leads on to that fair dwell­ing place,
Where, safe from sin, and storm, and wrath,
They live who trust re­deem­ing grace.
Sing, sing, my heart, along the way,
The grace that saves will keep and guide
Till breaks the glo­ri­ous crown­ing day,
And I shall cross to yon­der side.

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I dimly see my jour­ney’s end,
But well I know who guid­eth me.
I fol­low Him, that won­drous friend,
Whose match­less love is full and free.
And when with Him I en­ter in,
And all the way look back to trace,
The con­quer­or’s palm I then shall win,
Through Christ and His re­deem­ing grace.

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