F. J. Crosby


ON that bright and golden morning when the Son of Man shall come,

And the radiance of His glory we shall see;

When from every clime and nation He shall call His people home,

What a gathering of the ransomed that will be.

What a gathering! what a gathering!

What a gathering of the ransomed in the summer land of love!

What a gathering! what a gathering!

Of the ransomed in that happy home above.


When the blest who sleeps in Jesus at His bidding shall arise

From the silence of the grave, and from the sea;

And with bodies all celestial they shall meet Him in the skies,

What a gathering and rejoicing there will be!


When our eyes behold the City, with its many mansions bright,

And its river, calm and restful, flowing free;

When the friends that death has parted shall in bliss again unite,

What a gathering and a greeting there will be!


Oh, the King is surely coming, and the time is drawing nigh,

When the blessed day of promise we shall see;

Then the changing in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye,

And forever in His presence we shall be.


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