1 Shall we gather at the river,
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.

2 On the margin of the river,
Washing up its silver spray,
We will talk and worship ever,
All the happy, golden day. [Chorus]

3 Ere we reach the shining river,
Lay we every burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown. [Chorus]

4 At the smiling of the river,
Mirror of the Saviour’s face,
Saints whom death will never sever,
Lift their songs of saving grace. [Chorus]

5 Soon we’ll reach the silver river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease,
Soon our happy hearts will quiver,
With the melody of peace. [Chorus]

Amen.