There's a golden stair,
That leads to a realm but so fair,
Where we shall stroll hand in hand
Upon shores of the golden sand;
Whilst quaffing from nectar streams,
Streams of blissful eternal dreams;
Making merry all day-long through the night,
Till the bursting of the dawn light,
In lands perpetually free from strife,
But pervaded with unending life
Of mirth and everlasting joy,
That none canst never destroy.

Come ye, come with me, come with us,
To a golden stair I'm proud to call Jesus.