Will there be light at eventide, When my bark unmoors for sea ? Will faith's bright ray illume the way ? Oh, will there be light for me ?
Will there be light ? . . . Oh, will there be light ? . . . Oh, will there be light for me, for me ? Will there be light at eventide, When my bark unmoors for sea ?
2. When I draw near the other shore, Will there be a shining band Of those I knew and loved on earth Awaiting me on the strand ?
Will there be light ? . . . Oh, will there be light ? . . . Oh, will there be light for me, for me ? Will there be light of faces bright On the banks of the crystal sea ?
3. On yonder shore are the golden gates That lead to the city fair, Where Jesus stands, with] outstretched hands To bid me welcome there.
There will be light, . . . Oh, there will be light ! . . . Oh, there will be light for me, for me: He is the Light of glory bright That shone on Calvary !