Shall we gather at the river,
Where bright angel feet have trod
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God?
Chorus:
Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river
Gather with the saints at the river,
That flows by the throne of God. |
Ere we reach the shining river,
Lay we every burden down,
Grace our spirits will deliver
And provide a robe and crown.
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On the margin of the river,
Washing up its silver spray,
We will walk and worship ever,
All the happy golden day.
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At the smiling of the river,
Mirror of the Savior’s face,
Saints whom death will never sever,
Lift their songs of saving grace.
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On the bosom of the river,
Where our Saviour-king we own,
We shall meet and sorrow never
’Neath the glory of the throne.
Chorus: |
Soon we’ll reach the shining river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease;
Soon our happy hearts will quiver
With the melody of peace.
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