1 When the curtains are lifted, oh, what shall I see?
Will my Lord with His angels be waiting for me?
Will He welcome my coming, and crown me His own,
With the saints of all ages, that circle His throne?

Refrain:
When the curtains are lifted, oh what shall I see?
Will my Lord and His angels be waiting for me?
Be waiting, be waiting,
Will my Lord and His angels be waiting for me?

2 Will the heavenly city burst full on my sight?
And the throne of His glory that giveth it light?
Will the feet torn and weary reach pavements of gold?
And the eyes red with weeping the Savior behold? [Refrain]

3 Now the future is hidden, I see but a pace,
Yet it may be I’m nearing the end of the race;
It will matter but little what changes may come,
If my Lord with His angels shall welcome me home. [Refrain]

4 When His glorified presence shall gladden my eyes,
I’ll be changed and be like Him, and with Him arise;
And the hands hard with labor a victor’s palm raise;
And the lips tuned to sorrow sing anthems of praise.

Refrain:
When the curtains are lifted, oh, this shall I see,
That my Lord and His angels are waiting for me,
Are waiting, are waiting,
That my Lord and His angels are waiting for me!