The Pearly Gate (Boynton)

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.