The Home-Coming Week

Upon our jour­ney here be­low

We meet with pain and loss;

Sometimes there is a crown of thorns

Sometimes the hea­vy cross.

The drea­ry road to Cal­va­ry

The bit­ter goad and sting

But what’s in­side those gates of pearl

Will be worth ev­ery­thing.

When we’re in­side the gates of pearl

We’ll learn a lot of things;

We’ll have a harp that’s made of gold

Perhaps a thou­sand strings;

We’ll sing and shout and dance ab­out

The Lamb will dry our tears;

We’ll have a grand home-com­ing week

The first ten thou­sand years.

The sha­dows now be­gin to fall

The time is draw­ing nigh

When Christ our Lord shall come again

Like light­ning from the sky.

And while we wait and suf­fer here

Praise God

we’ll shout and sing

For one glimpse thro’ those gates of pearl

Will be worth ev­ery­thing.

The pre­cious blood of God’s own Son

Has saved and sanc­ti­fied

A won­drous peop­le for His name

And they are called the bride.

Tho’ here ne­glect­ed and des­pised

One day

the Lord will bring

His chos­en ones with­in the gates

And that’s worth ev­ery­thing.