As I look upon my life with dread,

I think of the world that waits ahead–

The splendor of the streets of gold,  

The wisdom of the prophts of old

I think of Jesus on His throne

     And how he bore the cross alone.

I hear Him pleading, “Come to me,

      For rest and life eternally.”

I see the angels in garments white

     Proclaim God’s Son’s redeeming right

To cleanse the mortals here on earth

     And make them sinless as at birth.

All these things I see and hear

      As I think of God’s love for me so dear.