shall we gather at river

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.

On the bosom of the river, Where the
Saviour-King we own, We shall meet and sorrow never, ‘Neath the glory of
the throne.

On the margin of the river, Washing up its silver spray, We will walk and
worship ever, All the happy, golden
day.

Ere we reach the shining river, Lay we every burden down;
Grace our spirits
will deliver, And provide a robe and
crown.

At the smiling of the river, Mirror of the Saviour’s face, Saints whom death
will never sever Lift their songs of
saving grace.

Soon we’ll reach the shining river, Soon our pilgrimage will cease;
Soon
our happy hearts will quiver With the
melody of peace.