Oh, How Sweet When We Mingle

Oh

how sweet when we min­gle

With kin­dred spir­its here

And tell of Je­sus and His love!

When by faith we can see Him

And feel His pre­sence near

And lift our long­ing souls ab­ove.

We shall meet on the banks of the riv­er

Happy

hap­py there for­ev­er­more!

We shall dwell with the an­gels

And join with chor­al song

Our loved ones

loved ones gone be­fore.

We are pil­grims of Zi­on

Though tri­als we must bear

Which all are bless­ings in dis­guise:

Though the cross may be hea­vy

The crown we soon shall wear

In Heav’n

where plea­sure nev­er dies.

When we walk through the val­ley

And sha­dow of the tomb

Dear Sav­ior

Thou wilt be our guide:

And Thy smile like a sun­beam

Will light be­yond the gloom

And keep Thy peo­ple at Thy side.