Straight Is The Gate And The Narrow Way That Leads To Life, And Few There Be That Find It

When the golden gates are opened

To the New Jerusalem

And the holy city flashes

On our vision like a gem

When the blessed heavenly mansions

Stand each with open door

When the ransomed ones may enter

To be banished never more

 

When they that slept awaken

And they that mourned rejoice

And the flocks are gathering homeward

To the Shepherds loving voice

When His followers are hastening

To receive their just reward

And the redeemed are walking

In the glory of the Lord.

 

When the angels vail their faces

From the high and holy one

And the four and twenty elders

Cast their crowns before His throne

When blighted lives are blooming

In the richness of His grace

Shall I be among the number

That shall behold His face?

 

Will His name be in my forehead

Will His blessing fall on me

Shall I dwell with Him forever

Will my faith have made me free

Will the tree of life bear healing

For the one who cometh late

Have I done His just commandments

May I enter through the gates?