Upon a highway made of gold,
The gospel shoes no longer need;
The Shepherd brings me to His fold
To walk with Him in barest feet;
Eternal peace with barest feet.

Clothed in His righteousness alone,
No more to scrape the sores of life.
My body, mind, and soul He owns,
The perfect end to pain and strife.
Forever ends this pain and strife.

Before the Throne my crown is cast,
The Son I worship without end.
With head uncovered stand I fast,
The image of the Man of men,
The image of the Man of men.