O golden day, when light shall break,
And dawn’s bright [tag]glories[/tag] shall unfold,
When He Who knows the path I take
Shall ope for me the [tag]gates of gold[/tag]!
Earth’s little while will soon be past,
My pilgrim song will soon be over,
The grace that saves shall time outlast,
And be my theme on yonder shore.
Then I shall know as I am known,
And stand complete before the throne;
Then I shall see my [tag]savior[/tag]’s face,
And all my song shall be saving [tag]grace[/tag].
Life’s upward way, a narrow path,
Leads on to that fair dwelling place,
Where, safe from sin, and storm, and wrath,
They live who trust redeeming grace.
Sing, sing, my heart, along the way,
The grace that saves will keep and guide
Till breaks the glorious crowning day,
And I shall cross to yonder side.
I dimly see my journey’s end,
But well I know who guideth me.
I follow Him, that wondrous friend,
Whose matchless love is full and free.
And when with Him I enter in,
And all the way look back to trace,
The conqueror’s palm I then shall win,
Through [tag]Christ[/tag] and His redeeming grace.