I
SO OFTEN I WONDER JUST HOW IT'S GONNA BE
WHEN WE ALL GATHER ROUND GOD'S GREAT THRONE
WHEN BURDENS SEEM MANY AND MY FRIENDS SO FEW
I GET A LONGING TO SEE MY NEW HOME.
II
THE WALLS ARE MADE OF JASPER AND STREET OF PUREST GOLD
AND A COOL RIVER FLOWS GENTLY BY
I'LL SEE ALL THE PROPHETS AND SAINTS THERE OF OLD
IN A LAND WHERE NO ONE SHALL DIE.
CHORUS
WHAT EVER IS WAITING WILL BE WORTH ALL MY TRIALS
I'VE ENDURED AS I'VE TRAVELED DOWN HERE
I'LL SEE THE FACE OF MY SAVIOR AND REST FROM MY LABOR
IN A LAND FREE FROM HEARTACHES AND FEARS.