First Line: Climbing up the steeps of glory,

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.

2 See ! with radiant look they linger
By the gate so fair ;
Wave their golden palms, and bid us
Strive to meet them there.

3 All their toils on earth are over,
Now with joy they stand ;
Hear them calling, ever calling,
From the silent land.