Gates of the beautiful, golden and bright,
Guarding that city of splendor and light;
Oft I behold thee, in distance and dream,
Flash in the sunlight of heavenly gleam.
Gates ajar for me, beautiful gates ajar for me;
City of gold with joys untold,
Beautiful gates ajar for me.
Gates of the beautiful, lofty and grand,
Swung by the touch of some bright angel hand;
Down form the portals there floats a sweet song,
Waked by the lips of the purified throng.
Gates of the beautiful, gates of pure gold,
How can I picture your glories untold?
Eagerly yearning my spirit doth wait
Till I shall come to the beautiful gate.