1 We shall sing the glad, new song,
Over on the golden shore,
With the holy, happy throng,
When these toiling days are o’er.
Refrain:
We shall sing the glad new song,
We shall sing the glad new song,
We shall sing the glad new song,
Over yonder by and by.
2 We shall learn the joyful strain,
When have passed life’s fleeting days
Since the tender, sweet refrain,
Full of glad thanksgiving praise. [Refrain]
3 Evermore the notes shall rise
Sweet and clear in tones of love,
Blessed anthems of the skies,
Gladd’ning all the realms above. [Refrain]
Source: The Finest of the Wheat No. 2 #89