Oh, Shall I Be Among That Throng,
All Clothed In Robes Of White,
And Help To Swell That Glorious Song
Of Rapture And Delight ?

I Shall ! For I Have Been Redeemed
With Blood Of Worth Untold
The Blood Of Christ, The Lamb Of God,
More Precious Far Than Gold !

Oh, Shall I See My Saviour’s Face,
All Radiant As The Sun,
And Dwell Through All Eternity
With God’s Beloved One ?

Shall I In Glory Christ Behold
Exalted King And Lord ?
What Rapture, Yea, What Bliss Untold,
That Moment Will Afford !

Oh, Shall I Gaze Upon The Wounds,
From Whence Hath Flowed The Blood
That Cleansed My Guilty, Sinful Heart,
And Brought Me Nigh To God ?

Oh, Shall I Ever, With The Lord,
As I Retrace The Past,
Praise Him For All His Wondrous Grace
To Me From First To Last ?