I sat by my Savior
And looked on His face,
'Twas full of His glory
And shining with grace.

His smile was endearing,
His touch so divine,
His presence most cheering,
This Savior of mine.

I could not believe it,
That one such as I,
Could sit down with Jesus
In glory on high.

The poorest of mortals
I felt on that hour,
Yet rich with my Savior,
Endued with His pow'r.

O wonderful story,
O could I still dream,
And rest with my Savior
By life's flowing stream.