When I Behold Him

After the earth­ly sha­dows have lift­ed

And o’er the hill­tops the morn­ing I see

Sweetest of pros­pects

I shall be­hold Him

Jesus

the Sav­ior of sin­ners like me.

When I be­hold Him

Christ in His beau­ty

When with the ran­somed His face I shall see

O how my heart in rap­ture will praise Him

Praise Him for sav­ing a sin­ner like me.

Helpless He found me

lift­ed me to Him

Whispered of par­don abun­dant and free;

Breathed He His peace o’er my sin­ful spir­it

Pointed my vi­sion to Cal­va­ry’s tree.

Now in His pre­sence

dai­ly I’m liv­ing

Walking by faith where mine eyes can­not see;

For He is guid­ing home to that ci­ty

Built for His loved ones—saved sin­ners like me.