Will there be light at ev­en­tide,
When my bark un­moors for sea?
Will faith’s bright ray il­lume the way?
O will there be light for me?
Will there be light? O will there be light?
O will there be light for me, for me?
Will there be light at ev­en­tide,
When my bark un­moors for sea?

When I draw near the oth­er shore,
Will there be a shin­ing band
Of those I knew and loved on earth,
Awaiting me on the strand?
Will there be light? O will there be light?
O will there be light for me, for me?
Will there be light of fac­es bright,
On the banks of the crys­tal sea?

On yon­der shore are the gold­en gates
That lead to the ci­ty fair;
Where Je­sus stands, with out­stretched hands,
To bid me wel­come there.
There will be light, O there will be light,
O there will be light for me, for me.
He is the light of glo­ry bright,
That shone on Cal­va­ry.