There on the island, my Lord I did see I fell at His feet as though dead trembling in glory I’ve been yearning for years now yearning to be Near to my Friend again as in my memories of Galilee Oh I’ve missed Him so More than words can say just how much I ache To see my friend again There on the island I saw His face burning like the Sun His voice like a torrent of waters His feet like burnished bronze In those hands once scarred, now holding seven stars And the keys to death and hell, our Conqueror’s reward In His eyes were flames, in His mouth a double sword The One I knew as Savior, I beheld as Lord Oh I’ve missed Him so; Oh, I’ve missed Him so More than words can say just how much I ache To see my friend again And I am homesick, lovesick; this paradox in me It’s better when You’re here but You said it’s better if You leave Maybe this is what You meant back then Knowing what it would do in me I am haunted by the memories of Those days in Galilee And I am homesick, lovesick; this paradox in me It’s better when You’re here but You said it’s better if You leave Maybe this is what You meant back then Knowing what it would do in me I am haunted by the memories Of my friend from Galilee Oh I’ve missed You so; O, I’ve missed You so More than words can say just how much I ache To see my friend again How I miss You so How I miss You so More than words can say Just how much I ache To see Your face again