As I jour-ney thro' the land, sing - ing as I go,
Point-ing souls to Cal - va -ry, to the crim-som flow,
Man -y ar - rows pierce my heart from with -out, with-in;
But my Lord leads me on, through Him I must win.
Oh, I want to see Him, look up-on His face,
There to sing for-ev-er of His sav-ing grave;
On the streets of glo-ry let me lift my voice,
Cares all past, home at last ev-er to rejoice.
When in ser -vice for my Lord dark may be the night,
But I'll cling more close to Him, He will give me light;
Sa -tan's snares may vex my soul, turn my thoughts a - side;
But my Lord goes a - head, leads what-e'er be - tide.
Oh, I want to see Him, look up-on His face,
There to sing for-ev-er of His sav-ing grave;
On the streets of glo-ry let me lift my voice,
Cares all past, home at last ev-er to rejoice.
When in val -leys low I look toward the moun -tain height,
And be - hold my Sav - ior there, lead-ing in the fight,
With a ten - der hand out-stretched toward the val - ley low,
Guid-ing me, I can see, as I on - ward go.
Oh, I want to see Him, look up-on His face,
There to sing for-ev-er of His sav-ing grave;
On the streets of glo-ry let me lift my voice,
Cares all past, home at last ev-er to rejoice.
When be-fore me bil- lows rise from the might-y deep,
Then my Lord di - rects my bark; He doth safe-ly keep,
And He leads me gent - ly on through this world be - low;
He's a real Friend to me, oh, I love Him so.
Oh, I want to see Him, look up-on His face,
There to sing for-ev-er of His sav-ing grave;
On the streets of glo-ry let me lift my voice,
Cares all past, home at last ev-er to rejoice.
Played in 4/4 Southern rhythm. Lines for each verse are set to the same spacing.