If I leave this world of sorrow sometime before you do, Just look for me in heaven and we'll talk the ages thru; But if, at first, you fail to see me, let me tell you where I'll be, I'll be thanking Christ, my Savior, for saving a wretch like me. Don't look 'neath the gates of pearl, don't look on the streets of gold, Don't look by the walls of jasper, nor among the many sights untold; For I've been longing and I've been waiting for the precious, holy One to meet, There I'll be thru the countless ages, look for me at Jesus' feet. But if you should reach that city before my time has come, Perhaps you'd like to greet me when my race down here is run; Just wait, for I'll soon be coming across life's ebbing sea, And I'll tell you now, my brother, just where to wait for me. Don't look 'neath the gates of pearl, don't look on the streets of gold, Don't look by the walls of jasper, nor among the many sights untold; For I've been longing and I've been waiting for the precius, holy One to meet, There I'll be thru the countless ages, look for me at Jesus' feet.