On that bright and golden morning When the Son of Man shall come, And the radiance of His glory we shall see; When from ev'ry clime and nation He shall call His people home What a gath'ring of the ransomed that Will be!

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 skies What a gath'ring and rejoicing there will be!

When our eyes behold the city, with it's "Many mansions" bright, And its river, calm and restful flowing free When the friends that death has parted shall in bliss again unite What a gath'ring and a greeting there will be!

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 forever in His presence we shall be!