What A Gathering

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!

What a gath'ring, what a gath'ring, 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!

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!

What a gath'ring, what a gath'ring, 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!

When our eyes behold the city

with its many mansions bright.

And its river, calm and restful, flowing free,

When the friends that death hath parted

shall in bliss again unite,

What a gath'ring and a greeting there will be!

What a gath'ring, what a gath'ring, 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!

O 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.What a gath'ring, what a gath'ring, 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!