The Joy Awaiting

Satisfied my high­est lon­ging

Earthly griefs as naught shall be

When I wake with Christ in glo­ry

When His face I see.

When His face I see

When His face I see

Oh

the joy for me await­ing

When His face I see.

Human mind can­not con­ceive it

My Re­deem­er’s face so fair;

But I know they need no sun­shine

But His smile up there.

Tho’ ofttimes the way He lead­eth

Is a way of mys­te­ry;

There shall be no more of dark­ness

When His face I see.

Here my tongue can nev­er ut­ter

All the praise with­in my heart;

There

in Heav­en’s song of tri­umph

I shall have a part.