All anguish will be over.
It will surely be wonderful to leave.
Going up toward Heaven,
Our souls He'll surely receive.

If only we all will accept Him
And do His sweet loving will,
He'll help us always, as He once
climbed that old rugged hill.

To hang on the old Cross
And be shamed, as He became sin,
Because of the love He had for us.
Though, we sinned again and again.

There'll be beauty beyond description,
A palace with halls to roam;
All the way to glory, streets of gold,
There at our newly made home.

With hands so tender, a carpenters son -
Once, He clearly loves us so.
So, take a stand with our Lord Jesus.
It's with Him you'll want to go.

He loves beyond description.
I know Angels must gather round,
When there's a special meeting
Maybe, just to hear His sound.

Wouldn't we be glad to give up
Castle halls, silver, gold, or precious gem?
Anything, here, on earth wouldn't be
A sacrifice to give up for Him.

Many times in trouble and many times
We've longed to go and see,
Places and things of beauty,
Where we couldn't possibly be.

But, await 'til come that morning
When, beside our Lord, we'll stand;
Gloriously happy to be with
our Jesus, in that glad Land.