When We All Get to Heaven Bb
Sing the wondrous love of Jesus |
clouds will overspread the sky; but when traveling days are over, not a shadow, not a sigh. Let us then be true and faithful, trusting, serving every day; just one glimpse of him in Glory will the toils of life repay. Onward to the prize before us! Soon his beauty we'll behold; soon the pearly gates will open; we shall tread the streets of gold. |