On That Morning

When we ga­ther at the riv­er

On that morn­ing bright and fair

And with joy be­hold the beau­ty

Of that coun­try over there

We shall find the ones we cher­ished

Ere they went from earth away;

With them we shall dwell for­ev­er

Where no sha­dows mar the day.

On that morn­ing bright and fair

We shall ga­ther ov­er there

In the glad

eter­nal land

Just be­yond the gold­en strand—

On that morn­ing bright and fair.

When the saved ones reach those man­sions

Which

pre­pared by God’s own hand

Stand amid the match­less splen­dor

Of the hap­py Beu­lah land

All their sor­row will be end­ed

Pain can nev­er en­ter there—

Oh! what bliss to know ’tis com­ing—

On that morn­ing bright and fair!

We shall see our Sav­ior stand­ing

On that sun­ny

change­less shore

Waiting to re­ceive His chos­en

Where sad part­ings come no more;

May each life be fraught with du­ty

Thro’ this sin­ful world of care

Till we reach our home of glo­ry

On that morn­ing bright and fair!