Climbing up the steeps of glory, Loved ones gone before â See ! they wave their hands and call us, Calling evermore.
Come up higher, sister, brother, To the angel shore ; Live for Jesus, live for glory, Live to die no more.
2. See ! with radiant look they linger By the gate so fair ; Wave their golden palms, and bid us Strive to meet them there.
3. All their toils on earth are over, Now with joy they stand ; Hear them calling, ever calling, From the silent land.