Verse 1
ShCall we gather at the river,
WhGere bright angel feet have trod,
WiCth its crystal tide forever,
Flowing Gby the throne of GoCd?
Chorus
YFes, we'll gather at the rivCer,
The beauGtiful, the beautiful rivCer;
GatFher with the saints at the riCver
That floGws by the throne of GoCd
OCn the bosom of the river,
WhGere the Saviour-King we own,
WCe shall meet and sorrow never,
'Neath the gloGry of the thrCone
OCn the margin of the river,
WashGing up its silver spray,
WCe will walk and worship ever,
All the hapGpy, golden daCy
ECre we reach the shining river,
LGay we every burden down;
GrCace our spirit will deliver,
And provide a roGbe and croCwn
ACt the smiling of the river,
MirGror of the Saviour's face,
SaiCnts whom death will never sever
Lift their sonGgs of saving graCce
SoCon we'll reach the shining river,
SoGon our pilgrimage will cease;
SoCon our happy hearts will quiver
With the meloGdy of peCace