This life will end, O Lord, when the cloud
Transports the Savior here below;
When the angel blows the trumpet loud,
I want to rise to Him and go
To heaven and there forever be
Among the saints and at Your side;
The wonders of heaven I want to see!
For every tear I ever cried,
A million joys and lingering laughter;
For every pain, eternal pleasures;
Secure my place in Your hereafter,
Where love knows no half-measures.