1 There's joy in the thought of a raiment of white,
With harps that are golden, and mansions all bright;
The songs of the ransomed and seraphim fair,
But, oh, what is better, the King will be there.
Chorus:
The King will be there, the King will be there,
"The King in his beauty" will ever be there;
The child he has ransom'd, his glory will share,
Oh, glory, oh, glory, I'll dwell with him there.
2 I'll work for the Master whatever may come,
Will fight 'neath his banner wherever I roam;
His name be confessing in every place,
And then, in bright glory, I'll gaze on his face. [Chorus]
3 Come, brothers, enlist 'neath his banner today,
Come, share in the pleasures along the highway;
There's none other service such rapture will bring,
'Twill lead you at last to the home of our King. [Chorus]
Source: Songs of Free Grace #6