When we hear the music ringing

In the bright celestial dome,

When sweet angel voices, singing,

Gladly bid us welcome home

To the land of ancient story,

Where the spirit knows no care,

In that land of light and glory,

Shall we know each other there?

2 When the holy angels meet us,

As we go to join their band,

Shall we know the friends that greet us

In the glorious spirit land?

Shall we see the same eyes shining

On us as in days of yore?

Shall we feel their dear arms twining

Fondly round us as before?

3 Yes, my earth-worn soul rejoices,

And my weary heart grows light,

For the sweet and cheerful voices,

And the forms so pure and bright,

That shall welcome us in heaven,

Are the loved of long ago;

And to them ’tis kindly given,

Thus their mortal friends to know.

4 O, ye weary, sad, and tossed ones,

Droop not, faint not by the way;

Ye shall join the loved and just ones

In the land of perfect day.

Harp-strings, touched by angel fingers,

Murmured in my raptured ear—

Evermore their sweet song lingers—

We shall know each other there.