Oh, how sweet when we min­gle
With kin­dred spi­rits here,
And tell of Je­sus and His love!
When by faith we can see Him,
And feel His pre­sence near,
And lift our long­ing souls above.

Refrain

We shall meet on the banks of the ri­ver,
Happy, hap­py there for­ev­er­more!
We shall dwell with the an­gels,
And join with cho­ral song,
Our loved ones, loved ones gone be­fore.

We are pil­grims of Zi­on,
Though tri­als we must bear,
Which all are bless­ings in dis­guise:
Though the cross may be hea­vy,
The crown we soon shall wear
In Heav’n, where plea­sure ne­ver dies.

Refrain

When we walk through the val­ley
And sha­dow of the tomb,
Dear Sav­ior, Thou wilt be our guide:
And Thy smile like a sun­beam
Will light be­yond the gloom,
And keep Thy peo­ple at Thy side.

Refrain