When We All Get To Heaven

Sing the wondrous love of Jesus.
Sing His mercy and His grace,
In the mansions bright and blessed,
He' ll prepare for us a place.

When we all get to heaven,
What a day of rejoicing that will be?
When we all see Jesus,
We'll sing and shout the victory.

2 While we walk the pilgrim pathway,
Clouds will over spread the sky;
But when travelling days are over,
Not a shadow, not a sigh.

Let us then be true and faithful,
And say, should the death dew lie cold on my brow,
If ever I lov'd Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now!

In mansions of glory and endless delight,
I'll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright;
I'll sing with the glittering crown on my brow,
If ever I lov'd Thee, my Jesus,' its now!

Amen.