When All My Labors and Trials Are O'er
When all my labors and trials are o'er, And I am safe on that beautiful shore, Just to be near the dear Lord I adore, Will thro' the ages be glory for me.
O that will be glory glory me. Glory glory me, glory glory me; When by His grace I shall look on His lace, That will be glory, be glory lord me.
When, by the gift of His infinite grace, I am accorded in Heaven a place, Just to be there and to look on His face, Will thro' the ages be glory for me.
O that will be glory glory me. Glory glory me, glory glory me; When by His grace I shall look on His lace, That will be glory, be glory lord me.
Friends will be there I have loved long ago; Joy like a river around me will flow; Yet, just a smile from my Saviour, I know, Will thro' the ages be glory for me.
O that will be glory glory me. Glory glory me, glory glory me; When by His grace I shall look on His lace, That will be glory, be glory lord me.