O! That
I could be with Him over there,
Leaving
behind all my trouble and care,
No disappointments,
no grief anywhere:
Someday I shall stand
With Him in that Land…
How
I long to be with Him over there!
Far behind
I’ll then leave all my trials
And
no more be plagued by that which defiles,
At last
I’ll be finished with Satan’s wiles:
Come, Lord, let me stand
With You in that Land…
Deliver
me, Lord, from all my trials.
How I
want to tell this old world good-bye
And
enter my home with Him there, on high,
It’s
up there, somewhere, just beyond the sky:
I know I shall stand
In that lovely Land…
But
first I must tell this old world good-bye.
Don’t
get me wrong; I’m not one to complain,
It’s
just that down here there is so much pain…
Men
seek worldly fame but it’s all in vain:
We should long to stand
With Him in that Land…
Over
in glory no one will complain!
H. L. Gradowith
11-13-2001