When They Ring the Golden Bells

There’s a land be­yond the riv­er

That we call the sweet for­ev­er

And we on­ly reach that shore by faith’s de­cree;

One by one we’ll gain the por­tals

There to dwell with the im­mor­tals

When they ring the gold­en bells for you and me.

Don’t you hear the bells now ring­ing?

Don’t you hear the an­gels sing­ing?

’Tis the glo­ry hal­le­lu­jah ju­bi­lee.

In that far off sweet for­ev­er

Just be­yond the shin­ing riv­er

When they ring the gold­en bells for you and me.

We shall know no sin or sor­row

In that hav­en of to­mor­row

When our barque shall sail be­yond the sil­ver sea;

We shall on­ly know the bless­ing

Of our Fa­ther’s sweet ca­ress­ing

When they ring the gold­en bells for you and me.

When our days shall know their num­ber

And in death we sweet­ly slum­ber

When the King com­mands the spir­it to be free;

Nevermore with ang­uish la­den

We shall reach that love­ly Ed­en

When they ring the gold­en bells for you and me.