Classic Poem

Oh, ye children of the Father,
Born of him in faith and love,
Sons of God, and heirs of glory,
Your inheritance above;
Some are high, and some are lowly,
Some are poor, and some are great;
Some are daily, some are hourly,
Going in the pearly gate
Kings and prophets, priest and people,
Jew and Gentile, bond and free,
Ev'ry tribe, and ev'ry nation,
Gather in from land and sea.
Oh, beloved of the Father,
Dry your tears, and march along;
Soon, oh, soon the happy meeting,
And the everlasting song.

Oh, ye scattered as the ocean,
Far as shore can stretch from shore,
Ye shall gather with the ransomed,
All to meet, and part no more.