When At Last I Shall Stand


When at last I shall stand at the great judgment bar,
With the portals of heaven be standing ajar?
Shall I then hear the answer, “Well done, enter in,”
Or be driven away all because of my sin?

Shall it then be too late
As I stand at the gate
And the glorious city behold?
Will the Savior then say,
“Cursed one turned away
From the beautiful portals of gold.”

Shall I plead at the portals of glory in vain
While I wistfully wait there an entrance to gain;
All, alas! to be turned from that city so fair
And forever be cast into darkest despair?

Shall it then be too late
As I stand at the gate
And the glorious city behold?
Will the Savior then say,
“Cursed one turned away
From the beautiful portals of gold.”

O the wailing and woe, should I then be too late
And forever be turned from the beautiful gate!
O what sorrowful shame if at last I should call
For the rocks and them mountains upon me to fall!

Shall it then be too late
As I stand at the gate
And the glorious city behold?
Will the Savior then say,
“Cursed one turned away
From the beautiful portals of gold.”

So I’ll turn to the way that is narrow and straight
To the pathway that leads to the beautiful gate!
And I’ll journey along till that city I see
Thru the portals that open its glory to me.

If I be not too late
As I stand at the gate
And the glorious city behold;
Then the Savior will say
Come ye blessed today,
Enter beautiful portals of gold.