Time, like a stream, is glid­ing by;
We’re on its shore to­day;
A mo­ment more and we may pass
From mor­tal sight away.

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We’re ga­ther­ing, we’re ga­ther­ing,
On life’s ce­les­ti­al shore;
We soon shall meet be­yond the stream,
Shall meet to part no more.

Thus one by one our friends have passed;
Through pear­ly gates they glide,
Where ga­ther­ing hosts of loved ones meet
Far o’er the ri­ver tide.

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This land of rest is hid from view,
Though gen­tle airs, so calm,
Oft steal­ing from that view­less shore,
Bring us their breath of balm.

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We’re ga­ther­ing home with­in the veil,
Its heav’n­ly joys to share,
What glo­ri­ous greet­ings will be ours,
To meet our loved ones there.

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