1 There’s a city bright and fair
In that country over there,
Nothing like it here was ever seen;—
Some bright morning, we are told,
We shall reach those streets of gold,—
God has opened all the gates between.

Chorus:
O that city, bright and fair,
Waiting for us over there,—
What tho’ trials here may intervene?
Kept by his unfailing grace,
We shall surely reach that place, —
God has opened all the gates between.

2 On the journey to that land,
he will help his saints to stand,
As upon his loving arm we lean;
We shall overcome our foes
And the dangers that oppose,—
God has opened all the gates between. [Chorus]

3 Many loved ones gone before
Now are waiting on that shore,
Standing on those hills of living green;
Soon we’ll meet them face to face,
For we’re sure to reach that place,—
God has opened all the gates between. [Chorus]

4 Free from ev’ry stain of sin,
With our Lord we’ll enter in,
After we have cross’d death’s rolling stream;
For each door is open wide
Since the blessed Savior died,—
God has opened all the gates between. [Chorus]