We’ll Be There

When the Lord in glo­ry com­eth

With His hosts in bright ar­ray

And we wak­en at His sum­mons

In that new and glad­some light

O the won­der

O the rap­ture

As we greet the heav’n­ly day

When the dawn eter­nal breaks up­on our sight.

We’ll be there

we’ll be there

On the re­sur­rect­ion morn­ing we’ll be there;

We’ll be there

we’ll be there

On the re­sur­rect­ion morn­ing we’ll be there.

We shall see our bless­èd Sav­ior

And shall know Him in the skies

As He comes to take His child­ren

Thro’ the gates of shin­ing gold;

We shall hear the shouts of joy that

From un­numbered thou­sands rise

As His beau­ty and His glo­ry they be­hold.

We shall see the count­less right­eous

Gathering for their great re­ward

We shall see the palms of vic­to­ry

That the saints in glad­ness bring;

We shall hear the migh­ty chor­us

To the Ho­ly One ad­ored

As in robes of white they stand be­fore their king.