As I con­tem­plate life’s jour­ney,
Thro’ a world of sin and strife,
There’s a thought that steals up­on me,
Whisp’ring joy af­ter while.
After while, aft­er while,
Some sweet day aft­er while,
Blest will be the way­worn pil­grims,
Some sweet day aft­er while.

’Tis a thought of migh­ty won­der,
Clad in forms of sac­red style,
To behold the things eter­nal,
That shall be aft­er while.
After while, aft­er while,
Some sweet day af­ter while,
We shall view eter­nal re­gions,
Some sweet day aft­er while.

What shall be the scenes that greet us?
Shall we view them with a smile?
What shall be the joys and sor­rows?
O just think aft­er while.
After while, aft­er while,
Some sweet day aft­er while,
Bliss the Chris­tian’s ha­bi­ta­tion,
Some sweet day aft­er while.

Then we’ll know of high­er great­ness
Than the world hath ere com­piled;
Then we’ll rest from all our la­bors,
Some sweet day aft­er while.
After while, aft­er while,
Some sweet day aft­er while,
We shall rest from all our la­bors,
Some sweet day aft­er while.