O I Want to See Him Misc. Gospel
[G]As I journey through this land, singing [C]as I [G]go,
Pointing souls to Calvary, [A7]to the crimson [D7]flow.
[G]Many arrows pierce my soul from with[C]out, with[G]in.
But my Lord leads me on, through Him [D7]I must [G]win.
O I want to see Him, [C]look upon His [G]face,
There to sing forever [A7]of His saving [D7]grace;
[G]On the streets of glory [C]let me lift my [G]voice;
Cares all past, home at last, ever [D7]to re[G]joice.
When in service for my Lord dark may be the night,
But I'll cling more close to Him, He will give me light;
Satan's snares may vex my soul, turn my thoughts aside;
But my Lord goes ahead, leads whate'er betide.
When in valleys low I look toward the mountain height,
And behold my Saviour there leading in the fight,
With a tender hand outstretched toward the valley low,
Guiding me, I can see as I onward go.
When before me billows rise from the mighty deep,
Then my Lord directs my bark; He doth safely keep,
And He leads me gently on through this world below;
He's a real friend to me, O I love Him so.