1 We shall meet ne’er to sever
On the banks of the river,
Where the saints praise forever
God on high;
All our friends we shall meet then
And with gladness shall greet them,
For we’ll never say goodbye.

For we’ll never say goodbye!
For we’ll never say goodbye!
Oh! what joy ‘twill be to greet them,
Where we’ll never say goodbye.

2 As in peace they are sleeping,
O’er their graves we are weeping,
Love its sad vigil keeping
Where they lie;
Let this hope then be cheering,
That the glad hour is nearing
When we’ll never say goodbye.

When we’ll never say goodbye!
When we’ll never say goodbye!
Oh! what joy ‘twill be to greet them,
Where we’ll never say goodbye.

3 No more hours, dark, appalling,
when our friends death is calling,
And, while tears fast are falling,
They reply;
Soon beyond heaven’s portals,
We shall greet them, immortals,
And we’ll never say goodbye.

And we’ll never say goodbye!
And we’ll never say goodbye!
Oh! what joy ‘twill be to greet them,
Where we’ll never say goodbye.