O! how shall I the wonders tell,
Of how the notes of praise will swell,
When I shall go with Christ to dwell,
And see my Lord and Savior?
To gaze upon His wounded side,
From whence the crimson healing tide
Flowed down when He was crucified,
And won for us the glory!
O, when I join the ransom’d throng,
The praises that to Him belong
Will be this one eternal song,
That He alone is worthy.
My Savior, now Thy name is dear,
And sounds like music in mine ear,
But what when I am ever near
Thyself in yonder glory!
My Savior, do not longer stay,
But haste, that bright and cloudless day,
When Thou shalt call Thy bride away
To dwell with Thee Forever.
ML-02/15/1920