When the pearly gates are opened To a sinner “saved by grace,” When thro’ everlasting mercy, I behold my Savior’s face, When I enter in the
mansions Of the city bright and fair, I shall have a royal welcome, For I’ll be no stranger there.
I shall be no stranger there; Jesus will my place prepare; He will meet me, He will greet me; I shall be no stranger there.
Thro’ time’s ever changing seasons, I am pressing t’ward the goal; ’Tis my heart’s sweet native country, ’Tis the homeland of my soul; Many loved ones, clothed with
beauty, In those wondrous glories share; When I rise, redeemed, forgiven, I shall be no stranger there.
There my dear Redeemer liveth, Blessèd Lamb upon the throne; By the crimson marks upon them, He will surely claim His own. So, whenever sad or lonely, Look
beyond the earthly care; Weary child of God, remember, You will be no stranger there.