Sitting by the gateway of a palace fair, Once a child of God was left to die ; By the world neglected, wealth would nothing share : See the change awaiting there on high.
Carried by the angels to the land of rest, Music sweetly sounding through the skies ; Welcomed by the Saviour to the heavenly feast, Gathered with the loved in Paradise.
2. What shall be the ending of this life of care ? Oft the question cometh to us all ; Here upon the pathway hard the burdens bear, And the burning tears of sorrow fall.
3. Follower of Jesus, scanty though thy store, Treasures, precious treasures, wait on high ; Count the trials joyful, soon they'll all be o'er : Oh, the change that's coming by and by !
4. Upward then, and onward ! â onward for the Lord! Time and talent all in His employ ; Small may seem the service â sure the great reward: Here the cross â but there the crown of joy !