If I'm lost-now
That I was found-
Shall still my transport be-
That once-on me-those Jasper Gates
Blazed open-suddenly-

That in my awkward-gazing-face-
The Angels-softly peered-
And touched me with their fleeces,
Almost as if they cared-
I'm banished-now-you know it-
How foreign that can be-
You'll know-Sir-when the Savior's face
Turns so-away from you-