When we have reached the heav’n­ly plains,
And joined the hosts ab­ove,
One song shall swell the rap­tur­ous strain,
The song of Je­sus’ love;
When we have reached the pear­ly gate,
And passed its por­tals through,
The saints, with ho­ly joy elate,
Shall tune their harps anew.

Refrain

Rejoice, re­joice, for Christ Him­self is near,
His won­drous love I feel,
His ten­der voice I hear,
And when at last we meet with Him ab­ove,
One song shall swell the rap­tur­ous strains,
The song of Je­sus’ love.

While years eter­nal roll along,
Their ev­er cease­less round,
Like ocean’s waves shall swell the song,
The glad, tri­um­phant sound;
There life’s fair ri­ver, broad and deep,
Reflects its gold­en ray,
Where eyes have ne­ver learned to weep,
Where joys shall ne’er de­cay.

Refrain

Then we shall see as we are seen,
And know as we are known,
And walk the fields of fade­less green,
While gaz­ing on the throne;
And when are tuned the harps of gold
To ev­ery bliss­ful sound,
And ag­es long have on­ward rolled,
Jesus shall king be crowned.

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