Numberless as the Sands

When we ga­ther at last ov­er Jor­dan

And the ran­somed in glo­ry we see

As the num­ber­less sands of the sea­shore—

What a won­der­ful sight that will be!

Numberless as the sands of the sea­shore!

Numberless as the sands of the shore!

Oh

what a sight ’twill be

When the ran­somed host we see

As num­ber­less as the sands of the sea­shore!

When we see all the saved of the ag­es

Who from sor­row and tr­ials are free

Meeting there with a heav­en­ly greet­ing—

What a won­der­ful sight that will be!

When we stand by the beau­ti­ful riv­er

’Neath the shade of the life giv­ing tree

Gazing ov­er the fair land of pro­mise—

What a won­der­ful sight that will be!

When at last we be­hold our Re­deem­er

And His glo­ry trans­cend­ent we see

While as king of all king­doms He reign­eth—

What a won­der­ful sight that will be!