If to­day, amid the storms of life
That wild­ly beat around us,
We the rain­bow of our bless­èd Lord can see,
And re­joice to hear Him call­ing,
As when first the Shep­herd found us,
When we stand in His pre­sence,
What will it be?

Refrain

What will it be? What will it be?
With the Lord to reign thro’ all eter­ni­ty!
On that bliss­ful shore, saved for­ev­er­more,
As we stand in His pre­sence, what will it be?

If His love so free­ly shed abroad
Can fill our hearts with glo­ry,
If the sweet­est song of earth is: Come to Me;
If such bless­ing it af­fords us
Just to tell the pre­cious sto­ry,
When we stand in His pre­sence,
What will it be?

Refrain

If our faith in Him can fill our hearts
With joy to ov­er­flow­ing,
And the Lord, un­seen, to us so dear can be;
If we love Him while in tears and pain
For har­vest we are sow­ing,
When we stand in His pre­sence,
What will it be?

Refrain

If when those we love are tak­en from us
We can still adore Him,
And to Him in that dark hour for com­fort flee;
As we clasp their hands on yon­der shore,
To cast our crowns be­fore Him,
When we stand in His pre­sence,
What will it be?

Refrain