When my bark unmoors for sea ?
Will faith's bright ray illume the way ?
Oh, will there be light for me ?
Will there be light ? . . . Oh, will there be
light ? . . .
Oh, will there be light for me, for me ?
Will there be light at eventide,
When my bark unmoors for sea ?
2 When I draw near the other shore,
Will there be a shining band
Of those I knew and loved on earth
Awaiting me on the strand ?
Will there be light ? . . . Oh, will there be
light ? . . .
Oh, will there be light for me, for me ?
Will there be light of faces bright
On the banks of the crystal sea ?
3 On yonder shore are the golden gates
That lead to the city fair,
Where Jesus stands, with outstretched hands
To bid me welcome there.
There will be light, . . . Oh, there will be
light ! . . .
Oh, there will be light for me, for me:
He is the Light of glory bright
That shone on Calvary !