After the earth­ly sha­dows have lift­ed,
And o’er the hill­tops the morn­ing I see,
Sweetest of pros­pects, I shall be­hold Him,
Jesus, the Sav­ior of sin­ners like me.

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When I be­hold Him, Christ in His beau­ty,
When with the ran­somed His face I shall see,
O how my heart in rap­ture will praise Him,
Praise Him for sav­ing a sin­ner like me.

Helpless He found me, lift­ed me to Him,
Whispered of par­don abun­dant and free;
Breathed He His peace o’er my sin­ful spir­it,
Pointed my vi­sion to Cal­va­ry’s tree.

Refrain

Now in His pre­sence, dai­ly I’m liv­ing,
Walking by faith where mine eyes can­not see;
For He is guid­ing home to that ci­ty
Built for His loved ones—saved sin­ners like me.

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