The Redeemed Are Coming Home
Old Gospel Song
1. I've been standing near the gate looking down a narrow lane
And I see a multitude gathered there.
Clad in garments white as snow, walking streets of purest gold,
All the saints are coming home forevermore.
And in the midst (in the midst) is the King (is the King)
Little child-(little child-)ren at His feet.
No more pain will they know, for He has touched and made them whole.
Well, happy voices fill the air, there is singing everywhere.
What a sight to behold! The Redeemed are coming home.
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2. Oh, how sweet it is to hear Mama singing loud and clear,
And the sound of angel wings around my ears.
Some have come from far and near, ne'er again to know a care,
But to spend eternal days with the Lord.