Shall We Gather at the River?

Shall we ga­ther at the riv­er

Where bright an­gel feet have trod

With its crys­tal tide for­ev­er

Flowing by the throne of God?

Yes

we’ll ga­ther at the riv­er

The beau­ti­ful

the beau­ti­ful riv­er;

Gather with the saints at the riv­er

That flows by the throne of God.

On the mar­gin of the riv­er

Washing up its sil­ver spray

We will talk and wor­ship ever

All the hap­py gold­en day.

Ere we reach the shin­ing riv­er

Lay we ev­ery bur­den down;

Grace our spir­its will de­liv­er

And pro­vide a robe and crown.

At the smil­ing of the riv­er

Mirror of the Sav­ior’s face

Saints

whom death will nev­er sev­er

Lift their songs of sav­ing grace.

Soon we’ll reach the sil­ver riv­er

Soon our pil­grim­age will cease;

Soon our hap­py hearts will quiv­er

With the me­lo­dy of peace.