I Shall Be Satisfied Then

When I wake in the like­ness of Je­sus

my king

Spotless gar­ments to wear

and His prais­es to sing

In that beau­ti­ful land of an un­end­ing spring

O I shall be sa­tis­fied then.

I shall be sa­tis­fied then—

I shall be sa­tis­fied then;

When my Sav­ior I see

ev­er with Him to be

O I shall be sa­tis­fied then.

When I pass thru the gates of that beau­ti­ful land

And His prais­es up­lift on the glo­ri­fied strand

With the hap­py re­deemed and the bright an­gel band

O I shall be sa­tis­fied then.

When I walk the bright streets of that ci­ty so fair

With the dear ones and friends who are ga­ther­ing there

When I look on the King and His glo­ry crown wear

O I shall be sa­tis­fied then.