O I Want to See Him (EN 5756)

1

As I journey thro’ the land, singing as I go,

Pointing souls to Calvary—to the crimson flow,

Many arrows pierce my soul from without, within;

But my Lord leads me on, thro’ Him I must win.

O I want to see Him, look upon His face,

There to sing forever of His saving grace;

On the streets of glory let me lift my voice,

Cares all past, home at last, ever to rejoice.

2

When in service for my Lord dark may be the night,

But I’ll cling more close to Him, He will give me light;

Satan’s snares may vex my soul, turn my tho’ts aside;

But my Lord goes ahead, leads whate’er betide.

3

When in valleys low I look tow’rd the mountain height,

And behold my Savior there, leading in the fight,

With a tender hand outstretched tow’rd the valley low,

Guiding me, I can see, as I onward go.

4

When before me billows rise form the mighty deep,

Then my Lord directs my bark; He doth safely keep,

And He leads me gently on thro’ this world below;

He’s a real Friend to me, O I love Him so.