A Royal Welcome

When this life of mine is end­ed

And from earth­ly pri­son free

Will I find my Sav­ior wait­ing

When I reach the crys­tal sea?

Will there be a loved one watch­ing?

Will the Sav­ior pi­lot me?

Will there be a roy­al wel­come?

Will there be a crown for me?

Yes

there’ll be a roy­al wel­come

And be­fore the throne I’ll stand;

We will sing and shout to­ge­ther

Singing

Glo­ry to the Lamb.

When I en­ter those blest man­sions

And be­hold my Sav­ior’s face

Will there be a roy­al wel­come

For a sin­ner saved by grace?

Will I join the an­gel harp­ers

In their ev­er­last­ing song?

Will I hear the shout of glo­ry

By the blood washed

migh­ty throng?

Yes

I’ll hear Him bid me wel­come

Feel His kiss up­on my brow;

I shall hear His voice so ten­der

Thou art safe­ly land­ed now.

I’ll shake hands with all my loved ones

And be­fore the throne I’ll stand

And we’ll sing and shout to­ge­ther

Singing

Glo­ry to the Lamb.