On That Morning

1 When we ga­ther at the ri­ver
On that morn­ing bright and fair,
And with joy be­hold the beau­ty
Of that coun­try over there,
We shall find the ones we cher­ished
Ere they went from earth away;
With them we shall dwell for­ev­er
Where no sha­dows mar the day.

Refrain:
On that morn­ing bright and fair,
We shall ga­ther ov­er there,
In the glad, eter­nal land,
Just be­yond the gold­en strand—
On that morn­ing bright and fair.

2 When the saved ones reach those man­sions
Which, pre­pared by God’s own hand,
Stand amid the match­less splen­dor
Of the hap­py Beu­lah land,
All their sor­row will be end­ed,
Pain can ne­ver en­ter there—
Oh! what bliss to know ’tis com­ing—
On that morn­ing bright and fair! [Refrain]

3 We shall see our Sav­ior stand­ing
On that sun­ny, change­less shore,
Waiting to re­ceive His chos­en
Where sad part­ings come no more;
May each life be fraught with du­ty
Thro’ this sin­ful world of care,
Till we reach our home of glo­ry
On that morn­ing bright and fair! [Refrain]


Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16187

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