I am now a child of God
For I'm washed in Jesus' blood;
I am watching and I'm longing while I wait.
Soon on wings of love to fly,
To my home beyond the sky,
To my welcome, as I'm sweeping thro' the gates.
In the blood of yonder Lamb,
Washed from every stain I am
Robed in whitenes, clad in brightness,
I am sweeping through the gates.
Oh! the blessed Lord of light,
I hare loved Him with my might:
Now His arms enfold, and comfort while I wait.
I am leaning on His breast,
Oh! the sweetness of His rest,
And I'm thinking of my sweeping thro' the gates.
I am sweeping towards the gate,
Where the blessed for me wait:
Where the weary workers rest for ever more.
Where the strife of earth is done,
And the crown of life is won,
Oh! I'm thinking of the city while I soar.
Burst are all my prison bars
And I soar beyond the stars,
To my Father's house, the bright and blest estate.
Lo! the morn eternal breaks,
And the song immortal wakes,
Robed in whiteness, I am sweeping through the gates.