Oh, Say, Will You Be There?

Beyond this world of gild­ed snares

Beyond this life of toil and cares

There is a re­gion fair.

It knows no change and no de­cay

No night

for all is end­less day.

Oh

say

will you be there?

Oh

say

will you be there?

Oh

say

oh

say

Oh

say

will you be there?

Its glo­ri­ous gates are closed to sin;

Naught that de­files can en­ter in

To mar its beau­ty rare.

Upon that bright eter­nal shore

Earth’s gild­ed snares are seen no more.

Will you be there? Oh yes

you must

For in our Sav­ior you can trust

Who did that place pre­pare.

Still doth His voice sound sweet­ly

Come

I am the Way

I’ll lead you home.