When my blest Lord will come again,

I will be saved from all my pain,

With all the saints I’ll follow Him,

O praise the Lord!

O praise the Lord!

O praise the Lord!

With all the saints I’ll follow Him,

O praise the Lord!

When I shall see Him face to face,

And dwell with Him thru endless days,

I will rejoice and sing His grace,

O praise the Lord!

O praise the Lord!

O praise the Lord!

I will rejoice and sing His grace,

O praise the Lord!

When I meet Him before the Throne,

My suff’rings then will all be gone,

The joy of vict’ry will be won,

O praise the Lord!

O praise the Lord!

O praise the Lord!

The joy of vict’ry will be won,

O praise the Lord!

In that day I will testify

That nothing with Christ’s life can vie,

What glorious rapture to the sky,

O praise the Lord!

O praise the Lord!

O praise the Lord!

What glorious rapture to the sky,

O praise the Lord!

May we in our Lord’s side e’er hide,

Be always one and ne’er divide,

That His heart may be satisfied,

O praise the Lord!

O praise the Lord!

O praise the Lord!

That His heart may be satisfied,

O praise the Lord!

O come, our King, O come, dear Lord!

Receive us by Thy promised word,

And give the victors Thy reward,

O praise the Lord!

O praise the Lord!

O praise the Lord!

And give the victors Thy reward,

O praise the Lord!