1 Here we all must part,
Here the aching heart
And the sorrow o’er and o’er must come;
But beyond the skies,
Joyful souls shall rise
When the loved ones are gathered home.

Refrain:
At the great home gathering I’ll be there,
I’ll be there, I’ll be there,
At the great home gathering I’ll be there,
And I’ll never say “good-bye.”

2 With a burdened mind
We are worse than blind,
For we cannot see the hand of God,
So we pray for sight,
For we dread the night
As we walk where the saints have trod. [Refrain]

3 Tho’ we cannot tell
If it’s good or ill,
We will trust whate’er to us may come,
For we know the Lord
And believe his word,
And we know he will take us home. [Refrain]