O I want to see Him

1. As I journey thro the land sing-ing as I go, Point-ing souls to cal-va-ry to the crim-son flow, Man-y ar-rows pierce my soul from with-out, with-in; But my Lord leads me on, thro' Him I must win. Chorus: O I want to see Him, look up-on His face, There to sing for-ev-er of His sav-ing grace; On the streets of Glo-ry let me lift my voice. Cares all past, home at last, ever to rejoice. 2. When in serv-ice for my Lord dark may be the night, But I'll cling more close to Him, He will give me light; Satan'snares may vex my soul, turn my tho'ts a-side; But my Lord goes a-head, leads what-e'er be-tide Chorus: O I want to see Him, look up-on His face, There to sing for-ev-er of His sav-ing grace; On the streets of Glo-ry let me lift my voice. Cares all past, home at last, ever to rejoice. 3. When in val-leys low I look tow'rd the mountain height, And be-hold my Sav-iour there, lead-ing in the fight, with a ten-der hand out-stretched tow'rd the val-ley low; Guiding me, I can see, as I on-ward go Chorus: O I want to see Him, look up-on His face, There to sing for-ev-er of His sav-ing grace; On the streets of Glo-ry let me lift my voice. Cares all past, home at last, ever to rejoice. 4. When before me bil-lows rise from the might-y deep, then my Lord di-rects my bark; He doth safe-ly keep, And He leads me gen-tly on thro this world be-low; He's a real Friend to me, O I love Him so Chorus: O I want to see Him, look up-on His face, There to sing for-ev-er of His sav-ing grace; On the streets of Glo-ry let me lift my voice. Cares all past, home at last, ever to rejoice.