When I wake in the like­ness of Je­sus, my king,
Spotless gar­ments to wear, and His prais­es to sing,
In that beau­ti­ful land of an un­end­ing spring,
O I shall be sa­tis­fied then.

Refrain

I shall be sa­tis­fied then—
I shall be sa­tis­fied then;
When my Sav­ior I see, ev­er with Him to be,
O I shall be sa­tis­fied then.

When I pass thru the gates of that beau­ti­ful land,
And His prais­es up­lift on the glo­ri­fied strand,
With the hap­py re­deemed and the bright an­gel band,
O I shall be sa­tis­fied then.

Refrain

When I walk the bright streets of that ci­ty so fair,
With the dear ones and friends who are ga­ther­ing there,
When I look on the King and His glo­ry crown wear,
O I shall be sa­tis­fied then.

Refrain