Lyrics

Verse 1
Shall we gather at the river,
Where bright angel feet have trod,
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God?

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

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

Verse 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
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.

Hymn: 8.7.8.7. with chorus; Robert Lowry (1864)
Tune: Robert Lowry (1864)