What a Gathering

On that bright and gold­en morn­ing

When the Son of Man shall come

And the ra­di­ance of His glo­ry we shall see;

When from ev­ery clime and na­tion

He shall call His peo­ple home

What a ga­ther­ing of the ran­somed that will be!

What a ga­ther­ing

what a ga­ther­ing

What a ga­ther­ing of the ran­somed

In the sum­mer land of love!

What a ga­ther­ing

what a ga­ther­ing

Of the ran­somed in that hap­py home above.

When the blest

who sleep in Je­sus

At His bid­ding shall arise

From the si­lence of the grave

and from the sea

And with bo­dies all ce­les­ti­al

They shall meet Him in the skies

What a ga­ther­ing and re­joic­ing there will be!

When our eyes be­hold the ci­ty

With its ma­ny man­sions bright

And its riv­er

calm and rest­ful

flow­ing free;

When the friends that death hath part­ed

Shall in bliss again unite

What a ga­ther­ing and a greet­ing there will be!

O the King is sure­ly com­ing

And the time is draw­ing nigh

When the bless­èd day of pro­mise we shall see;

Then the chang­ing in a mo­ment

In the twink­ling of an eye

And for­ev­er in His pre­sence we shall be.