In my dreams I can hear the sound of a trumpet
Through the night I can see a city of light
In the morning we'll rise to meet Him in glory
We'll be standin' there, lookin' in His eyes
Standin' there free from all the sorrow
Standin' there lookin' in His eyes
Standin' there, praisin' the Father
For sending His Son to die.
This world holds no rest for the wondering pilgrim
Only labor for Him Who suffered and died
While my hands work the fields
My soul cries within me
To be standin' there, lookin' in His eyes.
Standin' there free from all the sorrow
Standin' there lookin' in His eyes
Standin' there, praisin' the Father
For sending His Son to die.
No more darkness, no more night
No more sorrow, we'll be lookin' in His eyes.
Standin' there, free from all the sorrow
Standin' there, lookin' in His eyes
We'll be standin' there, praisin' the Father for
Sending His Son to die.
We'll be standin' there, lookin' in His eyes
Standin' there praising the Father
For sending His Son to die
For sending His Son to die.
