My Savior First of All

When my life work is end­ed

And I cross the swell­ing tide

When the bright and glo­ri­ous morn­ing I shall see;

I shall know my Re­deem­er

When I reach the oth­er side

And His smile will be the first to wel­come me.

I shall know Him

I shall know Him

And re­deemed by His side I shall stand

I shall know Him

I shall know Him

By the print of the nails in His hand.

Oh

the soul thrill­ing rap­ture

When I view His bless­èd face

And the lus­ter of His kind­ly beam­ing eye;

How my full heart will praise Him

For the mer­cy

love and grace

That prepare for me a man­sion in the sky.

Oh

the dear ones in glo­ry

How they beck­on me to come

And our part­ing at the riv­er I re­call;

To the sweet vales of Ed­en

They will sing my wel­come home;

But I long to meet my Sav­ior first of all.

Through the gates to the ci­ty

In a robe of spot­less white

He will lead me where no tears will ev­er fall;

In the glad song of ag­es

I shall min­gle with de­light;

But I long to meet my Sav­ior first of all.