When my life-work is ended, and I cross the swelling tide, When the bright and glorious morning I shall see ; I shall know my Redeemer when I reach the other side, And His smile will be the first to welcome me.
I shall know . . . Him, I shall know Him, When redeemed by His side I shall stand ; I shall know . . . Him, I shall know Him By the print of the nails in His hand.
2. Oh, the soul-thrilling rapture when I view His blessed face, And the lustre of His kindly beaming eye ; How my full heart will praise Him for the mercy, love, and grace, That prepare for me a mansion in the sky.
3. Oh, the dear ones in glory, how they beckon me to come, And our parting at the river I recall ; To the sweet vales of Eden they will sing my welcome home : But I long to meet my Saviour first of all.
4. Through the gates of the city, in a robe of spotless white, He will lead me where no tears will ever fall ; In the glad song of ages I shall mingle with delight : But I long to meet my Saviour first of all.