Hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, and which entereth into that within the veil.
Hebrews 6:19
Words: Phebe A. Spurlock, in The Golden Rule, by Solomon W. Straub (Cincinnati, Ohio: John Church, 1872), number 50.
Music: Melody by Phebe Spurlock, harmony by R. K. Moore (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know Moore’s full name, or where to get a good photo of him or Spurlock,
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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