We shall behold Him in all His Glory,
We shall behold Him face to face,
We shall behold Him when life's ended,
All because of His sweet grace.
He's coming to receive us,
When the Father says for Him to come.
Go get your children Son,
And bring the faithful home.
I'm waiting for that day,
Can hardly stand to wait,
For that will be a victory won,
When we shall enter into His gates.
I'll see Him when the heavens open,
And He returns for His own.
The dead in Christ shall rise up first,
And all His children will go home.
There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth,
For those who choose not to go,
Lost in eternity forever,
Without a chance or hope.
Faye Reyenga © 3 / 12 / 2008