1 I long to enter those pearly gates,
And walk the streets of gold;
I long to reach that heav’nly land,
My Savior to behold;
I long to bathe in the crystal fount,
That flows by the throne of God;
Be wash’d from ev’ry stain of sin,
Made pure by Jesus’ blood.

2 I long to dwell in that purer clime,
Where Jesus ever reigns;
Beyond the sorrows that darken time,
Beyond these earthly claims;
I long to enter that land of light
Where shadows of night ne’er come,
Where heaven reflects a light so bright,
They need no light of sun.