Our souls are in God’s mighty hand,
We’re precious in His sight;
And you and I shall surely stand
With Him in glory bright.
We’re precious in His sight;
And you and I shall surely stand
With Him in glory bright.
Him eye to eye we then shall see,
Our face like His shall shine;
O what a glorious company
Where saints and angels join!
O what a joyful meeting there!
In robes of white arrayed;
We all shall join in praising Him
Whose glories never fade.
When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ll have no less to sing His praise
Than when we first begun.
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We’ll stem the storm, it won’t be long,
We’ll anchor by and by
In the haven of eternal rest,
With Jesus ever nigh.