I Want to See Jesus, Don’t You?

There is One loved me so that for me He died

He’s my dear

pre­cious Sav­ior so true;

On the cross for my sins He was cru­ci­fied;

I want to see Je­sus

don’t you?

I want to see Je­sus

don’t you?

My Sav­ior so faith­ful and true;

When I reach the strand of that love-bright land

O I want to see Je­sus

don’t you?

When I’m wea­ry and faint

He is al­ways near

With His joy He my strength doth re­new;

And He com­forts my heart

speak­ing words of cheer;

I want to see Je­sus

don’t you?

Holy an­gels keep watch o’er me thro’ the night

And each morn­ing He guards me anew;

In the smile of His love doth my soul de­light:

I want to see Je­sus

don’t you?

He is fair­er than li­ly or rose to me

And His bless­ings fall soft as the dew;

O my heart

how it longs His dear face to see:

I want to see Je­sus

don’t you?

There’s a place for my soul that He doth pre­pare

And its beau­ty by faith I can view;

First of all

when I en­ter that man­sion fair

I want to see Je­sus

don’t you?