| Christ the King of every age | 
| Enthroned in light ‘ere worlds were made | 
| Come in mortal flesh divine | 
| Into our dark came heaven’s light | 
| Hanging on the cross of shame | 
| I see the wounds my hands have made | 
| «Forgive them Father,» now He cries | 
| And with a breath my Savior dies | 
| Oh, to see You, Jesus, I can hardly wait | 
| To behold Your wounds of grace | 
| To express my love and thank You face to face | 
| My heart is Yours, for You I long | 
| Oh, oh | 
| Look into His empty grave | 
| The bonds of death could not constrain | 
| Sin and fear and death are dead | 
| For Christ arose and crushed their head | 
| Oh, to see You, Jesus, I can hardly wait | 
| To behold Your wounds of grace | 
| To express my love and thank You face to face | 
| My heart is Yours, for You I long | 
| Oh, oh | 
| Coming soon to claim His Bride | 
| All the redeemed He’ll purify | 
| We’ll need no sun or moon to shine | 
| For Christ the Lamb will be our light | 
| Oh, to see You, Jesus, I can hardly wait | 
| To behold Your wounds of grace | 
| To express my love and thank You face to face | 
| My heart is Yours, for You I long | 
| My heart is Yours, for You I long | 
| Oh, oh |