We may sing sweet songs in Heav­en
When the crown of gold is won,
And the harp to us is giv­en
For our earth­ly work, well done;
We may hear the Shep­herd call­ing
For the fee­ble lambs as­tray
In the storm of wrath ap­pal­ling,
At the com­ing judg­ment day.

Refrain

We may meet be­yond the riv­er
With the lambs from earth as­tray;
When we dwell with Christ, life’s giv­er,
At the com­ing judg­ment day.

We may sing in Heav’n for­ev­er,
With the lov­ing, blood-washed band,
When from charms of earth we sev­er,
And go up to take the land:
There, with glo­ry shin­ing o’er us,
We may see the bliss­ful fold;
And the ci­ty fair be­fore us,
As we near the gates of gold.

Refrain

In the land of an­gels sing­ing,
We may join the songs of love;
When the courts of bliss are ring­ing
With the spir­it choir above:
When the Shep­herd’s voice is call­ing
For the pre­cious lambs as­tray
In the storm of wrath ap­pal­ling—
Then will come the judg­ment day.

Refrain