1 There comes a time when life is sped,
When they who loved the Lord that bled,
And followed wheresoe’er He led,
Shall walk in white.
2 They yield Him here their latest breath,
Love not their lives unto the death,
And soon with crowns a conq’ror hath,
They’ll walk in white.
3 Not those grown cold in their desire,
Not those defiled in their attire,
Not those escaped so as by fire,
Shall walk in white.
4 ‘Tis not to make this earth our home—
‘Tis not in part to overcome,
Some sin denied, still grasping some,
To walk in white.
5 It is to love the Lord alone;
It is to hear Well done! well done;
It is to share the Savior’s throne,
To walk in white.
6 It is to sup at His dear side;
It is within His robe to hide;
Ah, heart! it is to be His bride,
To walk in white.
Source: The Finest of the Wheat No. 2 #195