I know I don't know you; I don't even know your name,
You're the business man on Wall Street or a beggar down the lane,
You're a priest in the cathedral or a prisoner in chains,
But still my prayer for you is just the same...
I hope to see you there, I hope to see you there,
When the Son comes down to take his children home, I hope to see you there.
I wonder if you know him - have you ever called his name?
A president or peasant, he hears you just the same,
He's waiting to forgive you, to take away your shame, so he can build a place for you where children know no pain.
I hope to see you there, I hope to see you there,
When the Son comes down to take his children home, I hope to see you there,
Oh, I hope to see you there, I hope to see you there,
When the Son comes down to take his children home, I hope to see you there.
