There is coming a special day,
   when I'll see my Saviour's face;
When the dead in Christ shall rise
   since He saved me by His grace!

As those Angel's trumpet sound,
   He will take us by the hand;
Lead us to our Final Home,
   nestled up in Beaulah Land!

No more heartaches will be known,
   not one tear will dim the eye;
As the storms of life all pass,
   not a cloud left in the sky!

Once we've crossed inside those gates,
   no more burdens more to bear;
No more parting, no more pain,
   not one sorrow over there!

We'll live forever on that shore,
   never grow a bit more old;
Time in Heaven will not count,
   as we'll walk those streets of gold!

Don't you think I'm poor or lonely,
   this 'ole world is not my home;
For I'm just-a-passin' through-
   thinking 'bout that place I'll roam!

When to Heaven I've ascended,
   could be morning night or noon;
With My Jesus right beside me-
   Heaven's Angels all in tune!

I can hear those trumpets sounding,
   yes I know I'm Heaven bound:
Since I found Him as My Saviour,
   I'll receive a harp and crown!