When the Lord in glo­ry com­eth
With His hosts in bright ar­ray,
And we wak­en at His sum­mons
In that new and glad­some light,
O the won­der, O the rap­ture
As we greet the heav’n­ly day,
When the dawn eter­nal breaks upon our sight.

Refrain

We’ll be there, we’ll be there,
On the re­sur­rect­ion morn­ing we’ll be there;
We’ll be there, we’ll be there,
On the re­sur­rect­ion morn­ing we’ll be there.

We shall see our bless­èd Sav­ior
And shall know Him in the skies
As He comes to take His child­ren
Thro’ the gates of shin­ing gold;
We shall hear the shouts of joy that
From un­numbered thou­sands rise,
As His beau­ty and His glo­ry they be­hold.

Refrain

We shall see the count­less right­eous
Gathering for their great re­ward,
We shall see the palms of vic­to­ry
That the saints in glad­ness bring;
We shall hear the migh­ty chor­us
To the Ho­ly One ad­ored,
As in robes of white they stand be­fore their king.

Refrain