My heart shall rest from all its strain

When my blest Lord will come again,
I will be saved from all my pain,
With all the saints I'll follow Him, O praise the Lord!
O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord!
With all the saints I'll follow Him, O praise the Lord!

When I shall see Him face to face,
And dwell with Him thro' endless days,
I will rejoice and sing His praise, O praise the Lord!
O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord!
I will rejoice and sing His praise, O praise the Lord!

When I meet Him before the Throne,
My suff'rings then will all be gone,
The joy of the vict'ry will be won, O praise the Lord!
O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord!
The joy of the vict'ry will be won, O praise the Lord!

In that day I will testify
That nothing with Christ's life can vie,
What glorious rapture to the sky, O praise the Lord!
O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord!
What glorious rapture to the sky, O praise the Lord!

May we in our Lord's side e'er hide,
Be always one and ne'er divide,
That His heart may be satisfied, O praise the Lord!
O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord!
That His heart may be satisfied, O praise the Lord!