1 Will there be light at eventide,
When my bark unmoors for sea?
Will faith’s bright ray illume the way?
O will there be light for me?
Will there be light? O will there be light?
O 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? O will there be light?
O 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, O there will be light,
O there will be light for me, for me.
He is the light of glory bright,
That shone on Calvary.