by ariella » Sat Aug 16, 2025 8:02 am
V1.) Things of earth no longer matter on that morning
When the skies are split
And the saints are called away
But most of, I want to be among that number
Bride of Christ, set apart in white array.
Cho.) Most of all, I want to look upon the master
And sing praises, til at last the battles won
I want to know I've run the race
Hear Jesus say Ive kept the faith
But most of all
I want to hear him say well done.
V2.) Thing of earth will dim and lose its value
When heaven and all its glory we'll behold.
But most of all Just to look upon the master,
We're making heaven
If there were no streets of gold.
V1.) Things of earth no longer matter on that morning
When the skies are split
And the saints are called away
But most of, I want to be among that number
Bride of Christ, set apart in white array.
Cho.) Most of all, I want to look upon the master
And sing praises, til at last the battles won
I want to know I've run the race
Hear Jesus say Ive kept the faith
But most of all
I want to hear him say well done.
V2.) Thing of earth will dim and lose its value
When heaven and all its glory we'll behold.
But most of all Just to look upon the master,
We're making heaven
If there were no streets of gold.
