Sitting by the gateway of a palace fair

Verse 1

Sitting by the gateway of a palace fair, Once a child of God was left to die; By the world neglected, wealth would nothing share: See the change awaiting there on high.

Chorus

Carried by the angels to the land of rest, Music sweetly sounding thro’ the skies; Welcomed by the Savior to the heav’nly feast, Gathered with the loved in Paradise.

Verse 2

What shall be the ending of this life of care? Oft the question cometh to us all; Here upon the pathway hard the burdens bear, And the burning tears of sorrow fall.

Verse 3

Follower of Jesus, scanty tho’ thy store, Treasures, precious treasures wait on high; Count the trials joyful, soon they’ll all be o’er; O the change that’s coming by and by.

Verse 4

Upward, then, and onward! onward for the Lord; Time and talent all in His employ; Small may seem the service, sure the great reward; Here the cross, but there the crown of joy.