The Great White Throne

I love the bless­èd Je­sus

My Sav­ior and my friend;

Help me to sing His prais­es

Till earth­ly life shall end;

And then in gar­ments pure and white

With crowns and harps of gold

We’ll meet this friend on the plains of light

His glo­ry to be­hold.

When we ga­ther round the great white throne

When we ga­ther round the great white throne

We will sing His praise thro’ end­less days

When we ga­ther round the great white throne.

I love the bless­èd Je­sus

For me He bled and died;

And in His pre­cious merit

I’ll ev­er­more con­fide;

I’ll wor­ship Him who rose again

Triumphant o’er the grave;

And when we meet as a ran­somed throng

We’ll sing His pow’r to save.

O let me live for Je­sus

And bear His cross be­low;

And if the Sav­ior calls me

To suf­fer pain and woe

I want to be like Je­sus still

And al­ways watch and pray.

That I may rest in the hap­py home

In realms of end­less day.

Then let me die in Je­sus;

His pre­sence I shall have

While cross­ing ov­er Jordan

To calm the trou­bled wave;

And when

tri­umph­ant ov­er death

I gain the bliss­ful shore

I’ll reign with Him in the world ab­ove

When time shall be no more.