The Savior Bids Me Come...

Upon a white and crystal shoreline,
there I see my Savior stand,
glistening as the dawning sunshine,
beckoning to a distant land.

Pure and clear as sparkling rivers
flowing down the mountains crest,
watering lands decayed by winter,
bathing souls by sin oppressed.

He stands bright and true and holy
far across the shimmering sea,
so desirable as He watches,
as He gently summons me.

How I long to reach that shoreline!
and dark trials to dispose
to be rid of filthy garments
to be arrayed in whitest clothes,

given only by the One who,
spotless as new fallen snow,
reaches out beyond the distance
and guides safely to His home!