1 Some one will knock at the saints’ bright home,
And hear the Lord saying, "You can not come";
With sadness he’ll mourn
O’er his sorrowful state;
Turned away from the beautiful gate.
Turned away from the beautiful gate,
Turned away from the beautiful gate,
With sadness he’ll mourn
O’er his sorrowful state;
Turned away from the beautiful gate.
2 Some one will hear the angels’ song,
And wish he could join with the happy throng;
With sighings he’ll mourn
O’er his sorrowful state,
Turned away from the beautiful gate.
Turned away from the beautiful gate,
Turned away from the beautiful gate,
With sighings he’ll mourn
O’er his sorrowful state,
Turned away from the beautiful gate.
3 Some one will stand with an aching heart,
While Jesus pronounces the word, "depart";
With groanings he’ll mourn
O’er his sorrowful state,
Turned away from the beautiful gate.
Turned away from the beautiful gate,
Turned away from the beautiful gate,
With groanings he’ll mourn
O’er his sorrowful state,
Turned away from the beautiful gate.
4 Some one will linger with tearful eyes,
While Christ and His people ascend the skies;
With weeping he’ll mourn
O’er his sorrowful state,
Turned away from the beautiful gate.
Turned away from the beautiful gate,
Turned away from the beautiful gate,
With weeping he’ll mourn
O’er his sorrowful state,
Turned away from the beautiful gate.