1 O is it true, and shall we meet again,—
Life’s toilsome journey done;
When earth’s brief day is closed for aye, and when
The new day is begun,
Say, shall we, in that higher, holier sphere,
Know our dear lov’d ones, as we know them here?
2 O God above! shall we not meet again?
Is this sad world our all?
May no sweet promise still to us remain,
When thine own voice shall call?
Shall we not know our own, and with them be
To bide for evermore, with them and thee?
3 O whisper to me, we shall meet again;
Be still, my wistful heart!
Why should I rather in this vale remain,
If when I shall depart,
And pass from earthly scenes and mortal ken,
I know, by faith, that we shall meet again?
4 O praise his name! yes, we shall meet again,
Meet on the other shore,
Where heav’nly hosts shall ring the glad refrain
Of joy, forevermore;
“He yet shall reign, the Lamb that once was slain!”
The day draws nigh, when we shall meet again.