When you get to Hea­ven,
As you surely will,
If the Sav­ior’s name you own,
After you have greeted
Those you love the best,
Who are standing round the throne—

Refrain

You may look for me,
For I’ll be there,
I’ll be there, I’ll be there!
You may look for me,
For I’ll be there!
Glory to His name!

When you roam with friends
Across the heav’nly fields,
Ever finding treasures new;
When you stand in rapture
On some starry height,
Gazing on some glo­ri­ous view—

Refrain

When you hear them singing,
Round the great white throne,
Songs of praise unto the Lamb;
When you hear the ransomed,
With their harps of gold,
Shouting, Glory to His name!

Refrain

When you kneel in worship
To the King of kings,
Who has saved you by His grace;
When you see that Sav­ior
Who has brought you there,
And with joy behold His face—

Refrain