When we gather at last over Jordan,And the ransomed in glory we see,As the numberless sands of the seashore—What a wonderful sight that will be!
Numberless as the sands of the seashore!Numberless as the sands of the shore!Oh, what a sight ’twill be,When the ransomed host we see,As numberless as the sands of the seashore!
When we see all the saved of the ages,Who from sorrow and trials are free,Meeting there with a heavenly greeting—What a wonderful sight that will be!
When we stand by the beautiful river,’Neath the shade of the life giving tree,Gazing over the fair land of promise—What a wonderful sight that will be!
When at last we behold our Redeemer,And His glory transcendent we see,While as King of all kingdoms He reigneth—What a wonderful sight that will be!
Behold, the heathen waits to knowThe joy the Gospel will bestow;The exiled captive, to receiveThe freedom Jesus has to give.
Come, let us, with a grateful heart,In this blest labor share a part;Our prayers and offerings gladly bringTo aid the triumphs of our King.
Our hearts exult in songs of praiseThat we have seen these latter daysWhen our Redeemer shall be knownWhere Satan long hath held his throne.
Where’er His hand hath spread the skiesSweet incense to His Name shall rise;And slave and freeman, Greek and Jew,By sovereign grace be formed anew.