Lo!  In yonder sky,
a beautiful bright glow meets my eye
I feel its wondrous draw to come
and see Him Who outshines the sun

He's waiting for me on that far golden shore
human tongue can never describe the lore
All we can imagine, and exceeding more
through lasting eternity, never cease to adore

I'll ever shun the wide well traveled way
which leads to the end; an enlarged bay
of flames, turmoil, misery - never to end
coming abruptly, round the next bend

It's glow is low and hot, accompanied by screams
souls in agony, who could have been redeemed
"Religion's not my bag of tea!" they flippantly said
forgetting one day they too, would be dead

But as I stand awaiting my turn to cross the river
thinking I could be without Him makes me to shiver
So I'll work hard to stay on the straight and narrow
to maintain His fire down deep in my marrow

Oh! The difference between the holy city, Paradise
and hell, agony, pain, darkness, and flame; the awful price
The lure of the brightness, painless peace . . .  His peace
is worth all earths' wealth, to be His blood bought lease