When I find my way home and all my sorrow has passed away. In the land of never ending day. When I walk on streets of Gold and see the wonders untold. I will not shed a tear of sorrow, but will be filled with joy untold. When I have laid my labors down and rest is forever mine. When I see the face of the one who died for me. I will be filled with elation as I thank the one who set me free. I know they say you should not cry, but I will not be able to help it you see, for I will cry tears of joy, when Jesus face I see.