The Pearly Gate (Nevin)

The night is dark

the storm is loud;

Beneath its force the trees are bowed;

Yet still the pear­ly gate I see

Where an­gels stand to wel­come me.

To wel­come me

to wel­come me

The an­gels stand to wel­come me.

My heart is sad

deep sor­rows roll

Like streams of fire across my soul;

And yet the pear­ly gate I see

Where an­gels stand to wel­come me.

With fears with­out

and foes with­in

I seem al­most sub­dued by sin;

And yet the pear­ly gate I see

Where an­gels stand to wel­come me.

The road is rough

my feet are sore

I long to have the jour­ney o’er;

And yet the pear­ly gate I see

Where an­gels stand to wel­come me.

My eyes are dim

and faint my breath

Within me are the seeds of death;

But still the pear­ly gate I see

Where an­gels stand to wel­come me.

When life is gone

and in my breast

All grief and fears are hushed to rest

I hope the pear­ly gate to see

Where an­gels stand to wel­come me.