When The Short Race Of My Life Has Been


When the short race of my life has been run,
When all my labors on earth have been done,
When earth has vanished and heav’n is begun,-
What will it be to be there!

Refrain:
What will it be to be there!
What will it be to be there!
In that fair land where the day never dies,-
Oh, what will it be to be there!

There I shall meet those who passed on before,
Dwell in that home of the blest evermore;
There ev’ry sorrow and heartache is o’er,-
What will it be to be there! [Refrain]

There all the streets shall be paved with pure gold,
There shall be mansions of beauty untold,
When my Redeemer and King I behold,-
What will it be to be there! [Refrain]

When the bright walls of that city appear,
When the sweet songs of the ransomed I hear,
When my dear Savior shall dry ev’ry tear,-
What will it be to be there! [Refrain]