My Saviour First of All E

When my life work is ended,
and I cross the swelling tide,
When the bright and glorious morning I shall see,
I shall know my Redeemer
when I reach the other side,
And His smile will be the first to welcome me.
I shall know Him, I shall know Him
And redeemed by His side, I shall stand.
I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
By the print of the nails in His hand.

Oh, the soul thrilling rapture
when I view His blessed face
And the luster of His kindly beaming eyes;
How my full heart will praise Him
for the mercy, love, and grace
That prepared for me a mansion in the sky.
Oh, the dear ones in glory,
how they beckon me to come,
And our parting at the river I recall;
To the sweet vales of Eden
they will sing my welcome home,
But I long to meet my Saviour first of all.
Thro' the gates to the city
in a robe of spotless white,
He will lead me where no tears will ever fall;
In the glad song of ages
I shall mingle with delight,
But I long to meet my Saviour first of all.