My soul will soon be sleeping
Somewhere in heaven’s keeping
To rest until the ending of time;
Some morning to awaken
In glory to be taken
Where bells of life eternally chime.
When dust in dust shall tarry
Sweet angel hands will carry
My soul across the dark stormy tide;
Where all the blest are given
To see the light of Heaven
And ever with the Savior abide.
How sweet will be the morning
With Heaven’s hand adorning
My soul to meet the Lord in the air;
At last to be ascending
To life that has no ending
Inside the shining city foursquare.
A golden home forever
Beside a living river
The saved of all the ages await;
That city will be ringing
Eternally with singing
When Jesus leads me thru Heaven’s gate.