I've been standing near a gate

Looking down a narrow road

And I see the multitudes gather there

Wearing garments white as snow

Walking streets of purest gold

All the saints are coming home

For evermore.

In the midst is our King

Little children at His feet

No more pain will they know

He has touched and made them whole.

Happy voices fill the air

There is shouting everywhere

What a sight to behold

The redeemed are coming home.

Oh how sweet it is to hear

Mommy singing loud and clear

And the sound of angels blend in my ear

Saints have come from far and near

Never again to know a care

But to spend eternal days with the Lord.

In the midst is the King

Little children at His feet

No more pain will they know

He has touched and made them whole.

Happy voices fill the air

We hear singing everywhere

What a sight to behold

The redeemed are coming home.



Written and Sung By:

Elder Buddy Carty



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