1 All our conflicts will here soon be ended,
As pilgrims no longer we’ll roam.
In triumph we’ll pass the dark river,
And join with our loved ones at home.
Our friends there will meet us at the river;
They will greet us with a welcome on the shore.
With the angels we will view the golden city,
And with saints we will dwell evermore.
2 In that home we shall never hear sighing;
For sin never tainted the air;
Nor feel the dread anguish of dying;
For all are immortal when there. [Refrain]
3 We shall dwell in the light of the glory
Of Him who once died to redeem;
There oft we’ll repeat the old story;
And drink of the life-giving stream. [Refrain]
4 We shall roam the blest fields near the river;
And gaze on the glories displayed;
Sing praise to the bountiful Giver;
And feast ‘neath the Tree of Life’s shade. [Refrain]
5 When we’re safe in that beautiful city,
With friends and the loved ones of yore,
The scenes of earth’s sorrow and pity
Will there be remembered no more. [Refrain]Source: The Helper in Sacred Song: for Sunday-schools, churches, and devotional services #89