Too many miles behind me, Too many trials are through; Too many tears help me to remember, There's just too much to gain to lose. I've crossed the hot, burning desert, Struggling, the right road to choose; Somewhere up ahead there's cool, clear water, And defeat is one word I just don't use. Too many sunsets lie behind the mountains, Too many rivers my feet have walked through; Too many treasures awaiting over yonder, There's too much to gain to lose. We shall behold Him, we shall behold Him, Face to face, in all of His glory; We shall behold Him, we shall behold Him, Face to face, our Savior and Lord. There's too much to gain to lose!