Meet Me There (Wilson)

Dearest friend­ships here are brok­en

But there is a ci­ty fair

Where no part­ing word is spok­en;

Some glad mor­ning

meet me there.

Meet me there

O meet me there

Heaven’s un­told bliss to share;

In the home on high there’s no sad good­bye

Some glad morn­ing

meet me there.

Where the stream of life is flow­ing

May we wan­der free and blest;

Where the heal­ing trees are grow­ing

After toil­ing may we rest.

Where no storm clouds throw their sha­dows

On the glo­ri­ous sum­mer hours

Straying thro’ ce­les­ti­al mea­dows

May we ga­ther death­less flow­ers.

Where re­demp­tion’s song is peal­ing

Forth in grand­eur let us meet

And in grate­ful wor­ship kneel­ing

Cast our crowns at Je­sus’ feet.