1 My treasures are gathering yonder,
I am loosing my hold on the earth,
The Saviour is gently preparing,
My soul for its heavenly birth:
The idols once loved are all broken,
And the cords that have bound me are riven,
My spirit is pluming its pinions
For its beautiful home in Heaven:

Chorus: I am coming, O glorified loved ones,
Throw open the gates afar,
I am coming to be where my Jesus
And the beautiful angels are,
I am coming to be where my Jesus
And the beautiful angels are.

2 My spirit is growing world-weary,
For the vision of Heaven appears,
Where eyes will no longer be teary
As here, through the long, sad years.
My life is now slowly receding,
And the death-angel stands at the door,
The glorified loved ones are waiting
To welcome me to yon shore. [Chorus]