Shall we gather at the river

Where bright angel feet have trod;

With its crystal tide for ever

Flowing by the throne of God?

Cho.—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 golden 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.