1 O how often I think as I walk down the valley
Of that blest home in heaven where bright angels sing;
And I read of our Lord, that some day I’ll be like Him,
When I look on His beauty, I shall be like the King.
Refrain:
I shall look like the King,
When I cross over Jordan,
When I hear all the ransomed and bright angels sing,
Tho’ on earth I am covered with the dust of the highway,
When I cross over Jordan, I shall be like the King.
2 In the image of God were our parents created,
Pure and fair as the morning, as flow’rs in the spring;
But all tho’ sin and shame has defiled and deformed us,
When I cross over Jordan, I shall look like the King. [Refrain]
3 In my Savior I trust who has bought my redemption,
And thro’ storm, or thro’ sunshine to His cross I will cling;
Then as pure as the light, and as holy as angles,
When I cross over Jordan, I shall look like the King. [Refrain]
Source: Calvary's Praises #21