That Golden Street

This is a dark and dismal land
Where we as mortals briefly stand
And contemplate that golden strand
Where Jesus has ascended
Eternal mansions to prepare
That all the saved might live up there
And in that endless glory share
When time for aye has ended.

That hope sustains us as we wait
Till Heaven opens up the gate
That leads unto that bright estate
From this dark vale of sorrow.
With only dust beneath our feet
We plod along some day to meet
Our Savior on a golden street
In that eternal tomorrow.

The thought doth oft engage the mind
What we of earthen ilk will find
In that new state God has designed
And though we deeply ponder;
Until it comes we cannot know
The change that we must undergo
To pass from this dark world below
To that bright world up yonder.

When Jesus' coming lights the skies
What joy 'twill be to human eyes
To see the saved in glory rise
When His command is given
To leave this world and travel on
Unto that land where He has gone
Forevermore to stand upon
That golden street in Heaven.
-- Harry Presley