A thousand years to ponder, a thousand years to see

All the things that led to the darkest death or to brightest jubilee
Each soul will see God’s justice; His tender mercy, too
And the countless tokens of His love that poured down like morning dew

Our enemy then bound by a holy angel’s chain
While the martyrs and the end time saints with their God will judge and reign
Oh! How the proud are humbled and how the weak are strong
Poor become as priests, lowly rule the world, right will triumph over wrong

A thousand years, a thousand years, and God will dry all tears
A thousand year, a thousand years, and God will dry all tears

I want to be with Jesus, I want to cry the tears
That fall down for what it might have been for those one thousand years
For when my Jesus dries them, His hand will touch my eyes
And I’ll see up close those forever scars that do show His sacrifice
A thousand years, a thousand years, and God will dry all tears