The Glory of the Welcome

When the lamp of faith has light­ed bright

The tra­vel­er to his goal

And it falls up­on the riv­er

And the waves be­gin to roll

Lo

be­yond the Jor­dan bil­lows

Are the bright eter­nal strands;

What a glo­ry in the wel­come

And the clasp­ing of the hands!

What a glo­ry in the wel­come

in the wel­come

And the clasp­ing of the hands

of the hands

And the wel­come

of the Fa­ther

In the sin­less sum­mer-lands

sum­mer-lands;

What a glo­ry in the king­dom

When the toil of life is o’er!

What a glo­ry of the right­eous

On the bright eter­nal shore!

All the loved of life shall meet us

Who have gone the way be­fore

And the mo­ther’s song shall greet us

There upon the oth­er shore

And the sis­ter and the bro­ther

There among the an­gel bands

And the lit­tle child that left us

Sweet the clasp­ing of the hands!

Oh

the hour is draw­ing near­er

To the day of peace and rest

When the ship of God shall an­chor

In the har­bor of the blest

And the good of all the ag­es

Meet us on the gold­en sands;

Oh

the glo­ry of the Fa­ther

And the clasp­ing of the hands!