LADDIE
Lowly the soul that waits
At the white, celestial gates,
A threshold soul to greet
Belovèd feet.
Down the streets that are beams of sun
Cherubim children run;
They welcome it from the wall;
Their voices call.
LADDIE
Lowly the soul that waits
At the white, celestial gates,
A threshold soul to greet
Belovèd feet.
Down the streets that are beams of sun
Cherubim children run;
They welcome it from the wall;
Their voices call.