Gates of the Beautiful

Gates of the beau­ti­ful

gold­en and bright

Guarding that city of splen­dor and light;

Oft I be­hold thee

in dist­ance and dream

Flash in the sun­light of heav­en­ly gleam.

Gates ajar for me

beau­ti­ful gates ajar for me;

City of gold with joys un­told

Beautiful gates ajar for me.

Gates of the beau­ti­ful

lof­ty and grand

Swung by the touch of some bright an­gel hand;

Down form the por­tals there floats a sweet song

Waked by the lips of the pu­ri­fied throng.

Gates of the beau­ti­ful

gates of pure gold

How can I pic­ture your glo­ries un­told?

Eagerly yearn­ing my spir­it doth wait

Till I shall come to the beau­ti­ful gate.