|28 - Shall we gather at the river|
Shall we gather at the river,
Where bright angel feet have trod,
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God?
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 margin of the river,|
Washing up its silver spray,
We will talk 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 Savior’s face,
Saints, whom death will never sever,
Lift their songs of saving grace.
Soon we’ll reach the silver river,|
Soon our pilgrimage will cease;
Soon our happy hearts will quiver
With the melody of peace.