Shall we gather at the river,
Where bright angel feet have trod;
With its crystal tide forever,
Flowing by the throne of God?
Where bright angel feet have trod;
With its crystal tide forever,
Flowing by the throne of God?
[CHORUS]
Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, The beautiful river;
Gather with the saints at the river;
That flows by the throne of God.
On the margin of the river,
Washing up its silver spray;
We will walk and worship ever,
All the happy golden day.
Ere we reach the shining river;
Lay we ev’ry burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown.
Soon we’ll reach the shining river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease;
Soon our happy hearts will quiver,
With the melody of peace.