In the day of all days,
When the world shall be judged,
And the chaff from the wheat
Shall be tho­rough­ly fanned,
Then the righ­teous shall shine
As the stars in the sky,
And their plac­es shall be
At the Sav­ior’s right hand.

Refrain

Let me find a place with that hap­py band,
Who shall ev­er ab­ide,
Abide at the Sav­ior’s right hand.

But the wick­ed who will not
Repent and be­lieve,
And will ne­ver live up
To the Mas­ter’s com­mand,
Shall be placed on the left,
As un­wor­thy to be
With the child­ren of God
At the Sav­ior’s right hand.

Refrain

We are jour­ney­ing on to eter­ni­ty, now,
On the banks of death’s Jor­dan
We some­time shall stand!
Shall we fear to pass ov­er
The dark roll­ing flood,
Lest our por­tion not be
At the Sav­ior’s right hand?

Refrain

If our shep­herd He is,
And we fol­low His call,
He will lead us safe home
To that beau­ti­ful land;
And, with crowns on our brows,
And with branch­es of palm,
We shall ev­er ab­ide
At the Sav­ior’s right hand.

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