Shall we gather at the river,
Where bright angel feet have trod,
With its crystal tide forever,
Flowing from 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 from 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.