When the light of day has seen the dawning and my journeys end will soon be near. When the shadows fall beneath my window and the rose of Sharon reappears.

When a choir of angels come to greet me, I will gladly sing a sweet refrain. When I join in tune with heavens voices I shall pray my soul be heavens gain.

Then I'll know my life was worth the living and I'll stride into his golden gate. Then I will rejoice forever eager to caress the hand of fate.