When He Shall Come,
Resplendent In His Glory,
To Take His Own
From Out This Vale Of Night,
O May I Know
The Joy At His Appearing
Only At Morn
To Walk With Him In White!
When I Shall Stand
Within The Court Of Heaven
Where White-Robed Pilgrims
Pass Before My Sight
Earth’s Martyred Saints
And Blood-Washed Overcomers
These, Then Are They
Who Walk With Him In White!
When He Shall Call,
From Earth’s Remotest Corners,
All Who Have Stood
Triumphant In His Might,
O To Be Worthy
Then To Stand Beside Them,
And In That Morn
To Walk With Him In White!