Classic Poem

Heaven is a high and lofty place;
We know not where, except that there
God is as He is not elsewhere,
And shows Himself in Christ's sweet face.

Its golden doors fly open wide
For pilgrim-souls from Calvary's gate;
And Christ their coming doth await,
As bridegroom waiteth for his bride.

The path from earth to yon great height,
Though narrow, hath full room for all,
And they who hear their Saviour's call
Shall find it flooded with His light.

Its entrance-gate is lowly down,
Where sinners, mourning for their sin,
May lift the latch and enter in,
And from the cross walk to the crown.