1 I love the blessed Jesus,
He is my dearest friend;
Oh, help me sing His praises
Till life below shall end;
And then in garments pure and white,
With harps and crowns of gold,
We'll meet this friend on the plains of light,
His glories to behold.

Chorus:
When we gather round the great white throne,
When we gather round the great white throne;
We'll sing His praise thro' endless days,
When we gather round the great white throne.

2 I love the cross of Jesus,
For on it He has died;
I'll trust His precious merit,
Since He was crucified.
I'll sing of Him who rose again,
Triumphant o'er the grave,
And when we meet as a ransomed band,
We'll sing His power to save. [Chorus]

3 Oh, let me live for Jesus,
And bear His cross below;
And if the Savior calls me,
To suffer pain and woe.
I want to be like Jesus too,
And always watch and pray,
That I may gain that happy home,
In the realms of perfect day. [Chorus]

4 Then let me die in Jesus,
His presence then I crave;
When crossing over Jordan,
To calm the troubled wave.
And when, triumphant over death,
I gain that happy shore,
I want to reign with the Savior when
This world shall be no more. [Chorus]