Verse 1
Golden harps are sounding
Angel voices ring,
Pearly gates are open’d
Opened for the King;
Jesus, King of glory,
Jesus, King of love,
Is gone up triumph
To His throne above.
All His work is ended,
Joyfully we sing,
Jesus hath ascended;
Glory to our King
Verse 2
He who came to save us,
He who bled and died
Now is crowned with glory
At His Father’s side.
Nevermore to die;
Jesus, King of glory,
Is gone up on high.
Verse 3
Praying for His children
In that blessed place;
Calling them to glory,
Sending them His grace;
His bright home preparing,
Faithful ones for you;
Jesus ever liveth
Ever loveth too.
Frances R. Havergal.