On that bright and golden morning when the Son of Man shall come, And the radiance of His glory we shall see; When from every clime and nation He shall call His people homeâ What a gath'ring of the ransomed that will be ! What a gath' ring ! what a gath' ring I What a gath'ring of the ransomed in the summer land of love ! What a gath' ring ! what a gath'ring Of the ransomed in that happy home above !
2. When the blest who sleep in Jesus at His bidding shall arise From the silence of the grave, and from the sea; And with bodies all celestial they shall meet Him in the skiesâ What a gath'ring and rejoicing there will be !
3. When our eyes behold the City, with Its "many mansions" bright, And its river, calm and restful, flowing freeâ When the friends that death has parted shall in bliss again uniteâ What a gath'ring and a greeting there will be !
4. Oh, the King is surely coming, and the time is drawing nigh, When the blessed day of promise we shall see; Then the changing" in a moment," "in the twinkling of an eye," And for ever in His presence we shall be.