I did not see the Savior
With the wise men at His birth,
Or as He grew, and taught, and suffered,
Then was buried in the earth.

I did not see, that early morning
When the stone was rolled away;
Nor was I there to see the nail prints,
And hear doubting Thomas pray.

But I shall see Him some glad morning,
In all His glory, in the sky,
When He calls us there to meet Him;
Yes, I shall see Him by and by:

Then I shall see Him in His beauty,
All His glory then behold,
And maybe then I'll understand
The half that's not been told!

I'll praise Him then for all His grace,
And if I've won a crown,
When I behold those pierced feet,
'Tis there I'll lay it down!