When I Stand On The Streets Of Gold

by Annie Wittenmeyer

The burdens of life may be many,
The frowns of the world may be cold;
To me it will matter but little,
When I stand on the streets of gold.
With joy I shall enter that city,
The face of my Savior behold;
And I shall be changed and be like Him,
When I stand on the streets of gold.

What wonderful visions of beauty,
What glorious scenes shall unfold;
What bright, dazzling splendors surround me,
When I stand on the streets of gold.
I’ll see the white throne of His glory,
The names of the saints there enrolled,
The mansions that Christ is preparing,
When I stand on the streets of gold.

The trials of earth will have ended,
And I shall be safe in His fold;
Shut in with my Lord and His angels,
When I stand on the streets of gold.
For ages on ages I’ll praise Him,
And never grow weary nor old;
Star-crowned I’ll abide in His presence,
When I stand on the streets of gold.

Refrain

When I stand on the streets of gold,
Jesus’ face I shall then behold,
And I shall be changed and be like Him,
When I stand on the streets of gold.