When all my labours and trials are o'er,
And I am safe on that beautiful shore,
Just to be near the dear Lord I adore,
⁠Will through the ages be glory for me.

Oh, that will be . . . glory for me, . . . glory for me, . . . glory for me . . .
⁠When by His grace I shall look on His face
That will be glory, be glory for me!

When by the gift of his infinite grace
I am accorded in heaven a place,
Just to be there and to look on His face
⁠Will through the ages be glory for me.

Friends will be there I have loved long ago;
Joy like a river around me will flow;
Yet just a smile from my Saviour, I know,
⁠Will through the ages be glory for me.