11 August 2009

To Walk on Streets of Gold

To Walk on Streets of Gold

Death will not end Your love for me,
What a blest relief.
No mortal can
of my sin condemn me,
I have been redeemed.

Did conquering kings
ever hold such prize?
Or ocean depths contain
such treasure?
My dying hope,
by grace revived,
And to walk on streets of gold?

The bleakest outlook,
renewed by the Spring of
My weakened feet fervently shod with
gospel glory.

Did concert halls ever hold
such masterpiece?
Or museums comprise more depth
in great mystery?
An Undying hope,
in mercy contrived,
And I will walk on streets of gold.

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