After the earthly shadows have lifted,
And o’er the hilltops the morning I see,
Sweetest of prospects, I shall behold Him,
Jesus, the Savior of sinners like me.
When I behold Him, Christ in His beauty,
When with the ransomed His face I shall see,
O how my heart in rapture will praise Him,
Praise Him for saving a sinner like me.
Helpless He found me, lifted me to Him,
Whispered of pardon abundant and free;
Breathed He His peace o’er my sinful spirit,
Pointed my vision to Calvary’s tree.
Now in His presence, daily I’m living,
Walking by faith where mine eyes cannot see;
For He is guiding home to that city
Built for His loved ones—saved sinners like me.