I SHALL KNOW HIM BY Fanny J. Crosby 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. Oh, the soul thrilling rapture when I view His blessed face And the luster of His kindly beaming eye; 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 of 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. Cho. 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.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
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Early in the morning, Jesus stood on the shore, but the disciples did not realize that it was Jesus. ~John 21:4
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