To praise The Lamb eternally
To shout His praise aloud,
To worship with the throng of saints
In Heavens redeemed crowd.
And as my life on earth below
Starts to dim and fade,
I know that soon beneath His Wings
I'll bask in glorious shade.
Within the presence of The King
Who died upon the tree,
Within the robes so pure and white
Which God prepared for me.
Prepared upon the day I met
The Man, God's Son Divine,
All because I wear His Blood
Eternal Life is mine.
Where will you be when time here has ended?
Have you on knee before His Cross bended?
Have your desires and thoughts been yet blended?
With Jesus the Son of God?
Where will you be when your name is called?
With Angels of God or by demons mauled?
Where will you be when time is no more?
In fire and brimstone? Or on Heavens gold shore?
Written by S.R. Elwood
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