Well you meet me in the morning, On that bright and golden shore ? Will your lamp be trimmed and burning, When He comes to take you o'er ?
Yes, I'll meet . . . you in the morn ing, When I hear . . . the Saviour's call ; . . . " Come, ye bles sed of My Fa ther, To a home . . . prepared for all." . . .
2. Oh to meet on that bright morning, When the clouds have passed away ! Oh to walk and talk with Jesus, There to dwell with Him for aye !
3. When we meet our loving Saviour, What a happy hour 'twill be, When we're gathered with our loved And their happy faces see ! [ones,
4. Oh, this thought should make us happy, And we all should love Him more ; For He'll come, and will not tarry, Come to bear us safely o'er.