O I want to See Him
O I Want to See Him
1 As I journey through 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, through 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 valleys low I look toward the mountain height,
and behold my Saviour there, leading in the fight,
with a tender hand outstretched toward the valley low,
guiding me I can see, as I onward go.
3 When before me billows rise from the mighty deep,
then my Lord directs my bark; he doth safely keep,
and he leads me gently on through this world below;
he's a real friend to me, O I love him so.