Climbing Up The Steeps Of Glory,
Loved Ones Gone Before
See ! They Wave Their Hands And Call Us,
Calling Evermore.

Come Up Higher, Sister, Brother,
To The Angel Shore ;
Live For Jesus, Live For Glory,
Live To Die No More.

See ! With Radiant Look They Linger
By The Gate So Fair ;
Wave Their Golden Palms, And Bid Us
Strive To Meet Them There.

All Their Toils On Earth Are Over,
Now With Joy They Stand ;
Hear Them Calling, Ever Calling,
From The Silent Land.