1 When we hear the music ringing
Through the bright celestial dome,
When the angel voices, singing,
Gladly bid us welcome home.
To that land of ancient story,
Where the spirit knows no care;
In that land of light and glory,
Shall we know each other there?
Shall we know each other?
Shall we know each other?
Shall we know each other?
We shall see each other there.
2 Oh! ye weary, heavy-laden,
Droop not, faint not by the way;
Ye shall join the loved departed
In the land of perfect day.
Harp-strings, touched by angel fingers,
Murmur in my raptured ear;
Evermore their sweet tone lingers,
We shall know each other there.
We shall know, &c.