Upward I gaze

When justice fails;
When peace is gone;
When the truth is frail;
When life is unpleasantly long;
When good men are in jail;
When right is wrong;

Upward I gaze;
To the Maker of my days;
He gives me the gift of breath;
And He will, indeed, give me the gift of death;
Soon I will be at home;
And will know as I am known;
Yes! I will be at home!
Yes! I will know as I am known!

His death was not in vain;
But was for my gain;
He took my shame;
He endured so much pain;
Three days He had lain;
And now my life will never be the same!

So, Upward I gaze;
To the Maker of my days;
He gives me the gift of breath;
And He will, indeed, give me the gift of death;
Soon I will be at home;
And will know as I am known;
Yes! I will be at home!
Yes! I will know as I am known!

When the trump I hear;
Oh! God is near!
I cry a joyous tear;
Make a joyful cheer!
For, He is my righteous cure;
And now I need never fear!

Upward I gaze;
To the Maker of my days;
He gives me the gift of breath;
And He will, indeed, give me the gift of death;
Soon I will be at home;
And will know as I am known;
Yes! I will be at home!
Yes! I will know as I am known!

He is our king;
He did us make;
And He will us take;
I owe Him everything!
He is my everything!
And so I sing . . .

Upward I gaze;
To the Maker of my days;
He gives me the gift of breath;
And He will, indeed, give me the gift of death;
Soon I will be at home;
And will know as I am known;
Yes! I will be at home!
Yes! I will know as I am known!