When I Stand on the Streets of Gold

Verse 1

The burdens of life may be many, The frowns of the world may be cold; To me it will matter but little, When I stand on the streets of gold. With joy I shall enter that city, The face of my Savior behold; And I shall be changed and be like Him, When I stand on the streets of gold.

Chorus

When I stand on the streets of gold, Jesus’ face I shall then behold, And I shall be changed and be like Him, When I stand on the streets of gold.

Verse 2

What wonderful visions of beauty, What glorious scenes shall unfold; What bright, dazzling splendors surround me, When I stand on the streets of gold. I’ll see the white throne of His glory, The names of the saints there enrolled, The mansions that Christ is preparing, When I stand on the streets of gold.

Verse 3

The trials of earth will have ended, And I shall be safe in His fold; Shut in with my Lord and His angels, When I stand on the streets of gold. For ages on ages I’ll praise Him, And never grow weary nor old; Star-crowned I’ll abide in His presence, When I stand on the streets of gold.