Our Loved Ones in Heaven

Come

all ye saints

to Pisgah’s mount­ain

Come view your home be­yond the tide;

Hear now the voic­es of your loved ones

What they sing on the oth­er side—

Some of bright crowns of glo­ry are sing­ing

Some of dear ones who stand near the shore

For the fond heart must ev­er be cling­ing

To the faith­ful we love ev­er­more.

O the pros­pect it is so trans­port­ing

And no dan­ger I fear from the tide;

Let me go to the home of the Christ­ian

Let me stand robed in white by His side.

There end­less springs of life are flow­ing

There are the fields of liv­ing green;

Mansions of beau­ty are pro­vid­ed

And the King of saints is seen.

Soon my con­flict and toils will be end­ed;

I shall join those who’ve passed on be­fore;

For my loved ones

O how do I miss them!

I must press on and meet them once more.

Faith now be­holds the flow­ing riv­er

Coming from un­der­neath the throne;

There

too

the Sav­ior reigns for­ev­er

And He’ll wel­come the faith­ful home.

Would you sit by the banks of the riv­er

With the friends you have loved by your side?

Would you join the song of the an­gels?

Then be rea­dy to fol­low your guide.