When My Feet Touch The Streets Of Gold

I.

I am looking for the day when I see Jesus.

And His blessed face I shall behold.

With the the saints of old, the half will then be told.

When my feet touch the streets of gold.

Cho.

When my feet touch the streets of glory. When I've traveled my last weary mile.

Will He hold my trembling hand, When before the bar I stand? Will He say my child well done,

A crown of life you now have won?

When my feet touch the streets of gold.

II.

Now if by chance some happy morning you should miss me.

Don't you weep for me because I'm gone.

I'll be at the feet of the one who died for me.

When my feet touch the streets of gold.