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If I leave this world of sorrow
Sometime before you do,
Just look for me in heaven
And we’ll talk the ages through.
But if at first you fail to see me,
Let me tell you where I’ll be.
I’ll be thanking Christ, my Savior,
For saving a wretch like me!

Don’t look ’neath the gates of pearl.
Don’t look on the streets of gold.
Don’t look by the walls of jasper
Nor among the many sites untold.
For I’ve been longing and I’ve been waiting
For the precious holy One to see.
There I’ll be through the countless ages
Oh, look for me at Jesus’ feet!