What a wonderful beautiful picture I have Of a place without sorrow or fear And I'm going to live in that city someday For my days are all numbered down here My Lord keeps a record Of the moments I'm living down here He knows all about me All my troubles my sorrows my fears I'm living each moment Through the mercies of God's loving grace And someday he will call me To that wonderful beautiful place I want to be doing the will of my Lord As I travel this wearisome land So I'll not be ashamed of my record up there When I stand at the Saviors right hand