1 I shall see the King in His beauty,
In the land that is far away,
When the shadows at length have lifted,
And the darkness has turned to day.
Refrain:
I shall see Him in the glory,—
The Lamb that once was slain;
How I’ll then resound the story,
With all the ransomed train!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
To the Lamb that once was slain;
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah! Amen.
2 To behold the Chief of Ten Thousand,
Ah! my soul this were joy enough;
‘Twill suffice for the bliss of heaven,
That the Lamb is the light thereof. [Refrain]
3 Who can tell the rapturous meeting,
When the Lord shall bring home His own?
With one sight all His saints are ravished,
The Lamb in the midst of the throne. [Refrain]
4 Oh! to none will the King be a stranger
Of the throngs who surround His seat;
For the hearts of the saved will know Him,
By the prints of the nails in His feet. [Refrain]
5 I shall see Him, I shall be like Him,
By one glance of His face transformed;
And this body of sin and darkness
To the image of Christ conformed. [Refrain]
Source: The Voice of Thanksgiving No. 2 #1