I Dreamed That I Stood At The Portal Of


I dreamed that I stood at the portal of heav’n,
With saints of the ages whom Christ had forgiv’n;
But I was alone in the mist of the throng,
And something I missed from the heavenly song.

Alone! Alone!
Alone at the Beautiful Gate!
Alone! Alone!
Alone at the Beautiful Gate!
O pity of pities, O sorrowful fate,
To journey alone, alone to the Beautiful Gate!

“Why came I alone?” to an angel I said;
“All others have dear ones whom here they have led;
Have I none who love me, who watch and who wait
To enter with me thro’ the Beautiful Gate?”

Alone! Alone!
Alone at the Beautiful Gate!
Alone! Alone!
Alone at the Beautiful Gate!
O pity of pities, O sorrowful fate,
To journey alone, alone to the Beautiful Gate!

“Alas!” said the angel, “none saw in thy face
The smile of the Master, the heavenly grace;
He asked for thyself, but the price was too great,
And so thou art lonely at Heaven’s own Gate.”

I woke from my dream with a cry in my soul;
“O Lord, take my life,-not a part, but the whole;
No toil is a burden, no price is too great
For one who has dreamed of the Beautiful Gate!