We Shall Meet Our Friends Departed

We shall meet our friends de­part­ed

Though we left them long ago

To their lone and dream­less slum­bers

In the si­lent dust be­low;

We shall meet them

O how glo­ri­ous!

When this wea­ry life is o’er

In those bright

ce­les­ti­al regions

Blest and hap­py ev­er­more.

We shall meet

yes

we shall meet them

When our jour­ney­ings are o’er

We shall meet them

Hal­le­lu­jah!

On that bright and shin­ing shore.

We shall meet our friends de­part­ed

Who the pro­mised land have won

Shining as the stars of Heav­en

Round the ev­er­last­ing throne;

Onward

ev­ery soul

to duty

Scatter wide the shades of gloom

All of life is in the fu­ture

Life is bliss be­yond the tomb.

We shall meet our friends de­part­ed

Clothed in robes of heav’n­ly white

And with saint­ed voic­es greet them

In a land of life and light;

Lift no voice of grief or sor­row

That they mol­der in the dust;

We shall meet them on the mor­row

At the ris­ing of the just.