O I Want to See Him

As I jour­ney thro’ the land

Singing as I go

Pointing souls to Cal­va­ry—

To the crim­son flow

Many ar­rows pierce my soul

From with­out

with­in;

But my Lord leads me on

Thro’ Him I must win.

O I want to see Him

Look upon His face

There to sing for­ev­er

Of His sav­ing grace;

On the streets of glo­ry

Let me lift my voice

Cares all past

home at last

Ever to re­joice.

When in serv­ice for my Lord

Dark may be the night

But I’ll cling more close to Him

He will give me light;

Satan’s snares may vex my soul

Turn my tho’ts aside;

But my Lord goes ahead

Leads what­e’er be­tide.

When in val­leys low I look

Tow’rd the mount­ain height

And be­hold my Sav­ior there

Leading in the fight

With a ten­der hand out­stretched

Tow’rd the val­ley low

Guiding me

I can see

As I on­ward go.

When before me bil­lows rise

From the mighty deep

Then my Lord di­rects my bark;

He doth safe­ly keep

And He leads me gent­ly on

Thro’ this world be­low;

He’s a real friend to me

O I love Him so.