The Golden Gates

The golden gates were open
And heavenly angels smiled
And with their tuneful harp string
Welcomed my little child.

They shouted “high and holy”
A child has entered in,
And safe from all temptation
A soul is sealed from sin.

They led him through the golden streets
On to the King of Kings,
And a glory fell upon Him
From the rustling of their wings.

The Savior smiled upon him
As none on earth had smiled,
And Heaven’s great glory shone around him
The little earth-born child.

On earth they missed the little one,
They mourned and wept and sighed,
And wondered if another such
As theirs had ever died.

Oh! Had they seen through those high gates
The welcome that was given,
They never would have wished their child
Back from his home in Heaven.