There is One loved me so that for me He died, He’s my dear, precious Savior so true; On the cross for my sins He was crucified: I want to see Jesus, don’t you?
When I’m weary and faint He is always near, With His joy He my strength doth renew; And He comforts my heart, speaking words of cheer: I want to see Jesus, don’t you?
Holy angels keep watch o’er me through the night, And each morning He guards me anew; In the smile of His love doth my soul delight: I want to see Jesus, don’t you?
He is fairer than lily or rose to me, And His blessings fall soft as the dew; O my heart, how it longs His dear face to see: I want to see Jesus, don’t you?
There’s a place for my soul that He doth prepare, And its beauty by faith I can view; First of all, when I enter that mansion fair, I want to see Jesus, don’t you?
I want to see Jesus, don’t you? My Savior so faithful and true; When I reach the strand of that love-bright land, O I want to see Jesus, don’t you?