Life’s duties demanding a sacrificed heart
  By trials hedged on either side,
Yet beauty of holies celestial with love,
  I long for thee what e’er betide. 
Her Saviour upholding, foes dropping by way,
  She trustingly presses her flight,
When sin all surrendered and laid upon Cross
  In peace with Christ enters Lovelight.

The Land of Love.

We are told of a beautiful land of love,
Of bright jeweled mansions in blue skies above;
Of mansions that glitter with diamonds and gold;
While air of sweet odors their fair walls enfold,
Of heavenly music, soft, thrilling, divine,
Fountains that sparkle, and bright suns that shine,
Birds of gay plumage with song fill the air,
Flowers all lovely and crowns with gems rare.

All this we are told and many things more,
Of Heaven’s fair Jordan, an evergreen shore;
Its golden gates ever are standing ajar,
Where fall huge burdens we have carried so far;
Shining-robed angels there welcome us home,
Joyously lead us through fair fields to roam;
Heaven alive with sweet praises shall ring,
We bow at the throne of our Saviour and King.

Blessings there are bestowed just suited to all,
No more vain regrets, no more tears to fall,
No hearts there to ache, no sins to repent,
No leaving of friends, nor wrongs to resent,
No asking of bread to be given a stone,
No needle-worn fingers that ache to the bone,
From this fair land all life’s cares have flown,
Queen happiness reigns and love is her crown.

For I Long to be There.

Dear Father in Heaven, to Thee I would raise
A petition, and speak to Thy bountiful praise. 
At Thy throne of grace I would offer one prayer: 
Take me to Thyself, for I long to be there.

Dear Saviour, I plead, Thou art tender and kind,
O’er flowing with love, for me Thou canst find
A safe resting place, that is free from all care;
Press me to Thy heart, for I long to be there.

Fair angels of light, who with melodies sweet
Make beautiful homes a celestial retreat,
In happiness pure, a full part I would share,
I’d come to your home, for I long to be there.

While pleasures are few and hope but a name,
While worldliness reigns o’er all things the same,
Our joys are in dreams of bright Eden fair,
I’d flee to Thy rest, for I long to be there.

I am weary of life, the burdened-filled day,
On the echoless shore in peace I would stray,
Forgetting all sorrow for Christ will it bear,
O take me to Jesus, for I long to be there.

Golden Gates.

Sometime the golden gates will lift,
  I know not how nor when ’twill be,
My soul, the one immortal gift,
  Will stand beside the changeless sea.

  CHORUS.

  Lift up, ye gates, ye golden gates,
    A soul would come before the throne;
  Lift up, ye gates, ye golden gates,
    Ring out, O bells, in rapturous tone.