Shall we gather at the river, where bright angel feet have trod,
With its crystal tide forever flowing by the throne of God?
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 bosom of the river, where the Savior King we own,
We shall meet, and sorrow never, neath the glory of the throne.
Ere we reach the shining river, lay we every burden down.
Grace our spirits will deliver, and provide a robe and a crown.
Soon we'll reach the shining river, soon our pilgrimage will cease.
Soon our happy hearts will quiver with the melody of peace.