There comes a time when life is sped,
When they who loved the Lord than bled,
And followed wheresoe’er He led,
Shall walk in white.
They yield Him here their latest breath,
Love not their lives unto the death,
And soon with crowns a conq’ror hath,
They’ll walk in white.
Not those grown cold in their desire,
Not those defiled in their attire,
Not those escaped so as by fire,
Shall walk in white.
‘Tis not to make this earth our home-
‘Tis not in part to overcome,
Some sin denied, still grasping some,
To walk in white.
It is to love the Lord alone;
It is to hear Well done! well done;
It is to share the Savior’s throne,
To walk in white.
It is to sup at His dear side;
It is within His robe to hide;
Ah, heart! it is to be His bride,
To walk in white.
H. G. Spafford
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