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.
Come up higher, sister, brother,
To the angel shore;
Live for Jesus, live for glory,
Live to die no more.
All their toils on earth are over,
Now with joy they stand;
Hear them calling, ever calling,
From the silent land.
Come up higher, sister, brother,
To the angel shore;
Live for Jesus, live for glory,
Live to die no more.