When I meet Thee Lord

When I meet Thee Lord will we be acquainted,

I’m so lonesome I trail after Thee.

I roam the hours over the mournful sea

To the City of God someday I hope I’ll see.

Come, my horsey green,

Let us pass heartily into the Mists of Prayer,

The shining land cannot be so far asunder

I hear the awful sound of God’s sweet thunder.

When I meet Thee Lord will we be acquainted, 

I’m so lonesome I trail after Thee.