First Line: Oh, shall I be among that throng,

Oh, shall I be among that throng,
All clothed in robes of white,
And help to swell that glorious song
Of rapture and delight ?

I shall ! for I have been redeemed
With blood of worth untold —
The blood of Christ, the Lamb of God,
More precious far than gold !

2 Oh, shall I see my Saviour's face,
All radiant as the sun,
And dwell through all eternity
With God's Beloved One ?

3 Shall I in glory Christ behold
Exalted King and Lord ?
What rapture, yea, what bliss untold,
That moment will afford !

4 Oh, shall I gaze upon the wounds,
From whence hath flowed the blood
That cleansed my guilty, sinful heart,
And brought me nigh to God ?

5 Oh, shall I ever, with the Lord,
As I retrace the past,
Praise Him for all His wondrous grace
To me from first to last ?