When you get to Heaven, as you surely will,
If the Saviorís Name you own,
After you have greeted those you love the best,
Who are standing round the throneó
You may look for me, for Iíll be there,
Iíll be there, Iíll be there!
You may look for me, for Iíll be there!
Glory to His Name!
When you roam with friends across the heavínly fields,
Ever finding treasures new;
When you stand in rapture on some starry height,
Gazing on some glorious viewó
When you hear them singing, round the great white throne,
Songs of praise unto the Lamb;
When you hear the ransomed, with their harps of gold,
Shouting, ďGlory to His Name!"ó
When you kneel in worship to the King of kings,
Who has saved you by His grace;
When you see that Savior Who has brought you there,
And with joy behold His faceó