When my blest Lord will come again,
I will be saved from all my pain,
With all the saints I'll follow Him,
O praise the Lord!
O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord!
With all the saints I'll follow Him,
O praise the Lord!
When I shall see Him face to face,
And dwell with Him thru endless days,
I will rejoice and sing His grace,
O praise the Lord!
O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord!
I will rejoice and sing His grace,
O praise the Lord!
When I meet Him before the Throne,
My suff'rings then will all be gone,
The joy of vict'ry will be won,
O praise the Lord!
O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord!
The joy of vict'ry will be won,
O praise the Lord!
In that day I will testify
That nothing with Christ's life can vie,
What glorious rapture to the sky,
O praise the Lord!
O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord!
What glorious rapture to the sky,
O praise the Lord!
May we in our Lord's side e'er hide,
Be always one and ne'er divide,
That His heart may be satisfied,
O praise the Lord!
O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord!
That His heart may be satisfied,
O praise the Lord!
O come, our King, O come, dear Lord!
Receive us by Thy promised word,
And give the victors Thy reward,
O praise the Lord!
O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord!
And give the victors Thy reward,
O praise the Lord!