I
I'VE BEEN STANDING NEAR A GATE LOOKING DOWN A NARROW WAY,
AND I SEE THE MULTITUDE GATHERED THERE,
WEARING GARMENTS WHITE AS SNOW, WALKING STREETS OF PUREST GOLD.
ALL THE SAINTS ARE COMING HOME FOREVER MORE.
II
OH HOW SWEET IT IS TO HEAR MAMA SINGING LOUD AND CLEAR.
AND THE SOUND OF ANGEL WINGS ON MY EARS,
SAINTS HAVE COME FROM FAR AND NEAR.
NEVER AGAIN TO KNOW A CARE.
BUT TO SPEND ETERNAL DAYS WITH THE LORD.
CHORUS
IN THE MIDST..., IS THE KING ...
LITTLE CHILDREN ... AT HIS FEET.
NO MORE PAIN, WILL THEY KNOW
HE HAS TOUCHED, AND MADE THEM WHOLE
HAPPY VOICES ... FILL THE AIR ...,
THERE IS SINGING .... EVERY WHERE.
WHAT A SIGHT TO BEHOLD THE REDEEMED ARE COMING HOME.