When our pil­grim­age is o’er,
And we reach the oth­er shore,
And our robes and crowns we’ll wear, by and by;
This the thought that comes to me,
Borne on wings from o’er the sea:
Shall we know each oth­er there, by and by?

Refrain

Yes, we’ll know each oth­er there,
In that home so bright and fair;
Yes, we’ll know each oth­er there, by and by;
’Tis a glo­ri­ous thought to me,
In that home be­yond the sea,
We shall know each oth­er there, by and by.

When be­fore our Fa­ther’s throne
We will meet the loved ones gone,
In that land so bright and fair, ov­er there;
They are sing­ing songs of love,
In that home pre­pared above;
Shall we know each oth­er there, by and by?

Refrain

There we’ll see the Sav­ior’s face,
In that bright and hap­py place,
And His glo­ry we shall share, by and by;
Far be­yond this mor­tal sight,
Shines a bright and gold­en light,
And we’ll know each oth­er there, by and by.

Refrain