Shall we gather at the river
Where bright angel feet have trod
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God?
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
On the margin of the river
Washing up its silver spray
We will talk and worship ever
All the happy golden day
Ere we reach the shining river
Lay we every burden down
Grace our spirits will deliver
And provide a robe and crown
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Soon we’ll reach the shining river
Soon our pilgrimage will cease
Soon our happy hearts will quiver
With the melody of peace
At the smiling of the river
Mirror of the Savior’s face
Saints, whom death will never sever
Lift their songs of saving grace
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