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.
Refrain:
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