On the far off shore they’ll greet us,
Forms that we have loved be­fore;
In their spot­less robes they’ll meet us,
Singing wel­come, ev­er­more!
There, a ser­aph band, they wan­der,
Where the pas­tures green un­fold;
And the crys­tal streams me­an­der,
Over sands of shin­ing gold.

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On the far off shore they’ll meet us,
Forms that we have loved be­fore;
And with songs of wel­come greet us,
Welcome! wel­come! ev­er­more.

There, per­chance, a saint­ed mo­ther,
Sings the songs we loved of old,
As she leads an an­gel bro­ther,
Sweetest lamb of all the fold;
Or a sis­ter long de­part­ed,
With a glo­ry on her face,
Sends to us, the wea­ry heart­ed,
Messages of love and grace.

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Where the waters bright­ly spark­le,
In the gold­en ci­ty’s light,
Will no sha­dow ever dark­le,
And no chang­ing sea­sons blight;
Trees of fade­less beau­ty quiv­er
Where the blos­soms kiss the tide,
As along the shin­ing riv­er
Songs of wel­come sweet­ly glide.

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There, be­side that bal­my riv­er,
Sorrow, toil and pain shall cease,
And our hearts shall rest for­ev­er
’Neath the ca­no­py of peace.
Glad, in­deed will be the meet­ing,
On that far off, bliss­ful shore,
When the Sav­ior’s ten­der greet­ing
Bids us wel­come, ev­er­more.

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