Shall we gather at the river,
Where
bright angel feet have trod,
With
its crystal tide forever
Flowing
by the throne of God?
Refrain
2
On
the margin of the river
Washing
up its silver spray,
We
will walk and worship ever,
All
the happy golden day.
3
Ere
we reach the shining river,
Lay
we ev'ry burden down;
Grace
our spirits will deliver,
And
provide a robe and crown.
4
Soon
we'll reach the shining river,
Soon
our pilgrimage will cease;
Soon
our happy hearts will quiver
With
the melody of peace.