Then I Shall Understand

I do not know

I can­not un­der­stand

Why my Re­deem­er has such love for me—

Why He for­sook His home in Glo­ry­land

And came to earth my guil­ty soul to free.

But some sweet morn

in yon­der bliss­ful place

When I with joy shall clasp my Sav­ior’s hand

And rest my eyes upon His match­less face

My hap­py soul will clear­ly un­der­stand.

I know not why He should His all re­sign

And suf­fer death to hide my wretch­ed past;

But this I know

His pricel­ess love is mine

And His dear voice will tell me all at last.

Yes

some sweet morn

in yon­der bliss­ful place

Then I will wait

and prize the pre­cious gift

Until I hear my bless­èd Lord’s com­mand;

For well I know that He Him­self will lift

The veil that hides

and I shall un­der­stand

Yes

some sweet morn

in yon­der bliss­ful place