When Weve Crossed The Darksome River


When we’ve crossed the darksome river,
And before the gates shall stand,
Waiting for the angel warders,
To admit us to that land,
Shall we hear the blessed voices,
Of the loved ones waiting there,
As their anthems of rejoicing,
Float upon the evening air?

Shall we hear the blessed voices,
Of the loved ones waiting there,
As their anthems of rejoicing,
Float upon the heav’nly air?

When those pearly gates swing open,
Shall we seem them waiting, throng?
Shall we joyfully enfold them,
In our arms bereft so long?
Shall we hear their eager questions,
Of the dear ones left afar,
In this land of gloom and shadow,
Out beyond the “gates ajar”?

Shall we hear the blessed voices,
Of the loved ones waiting there,
As their anthems of rejoicing,
Float upon the heav’nly air?

Faith one ager wing soars upward,
And bright Hope her way attends,
And the heart oft sad and lonely,
Upward bourne by them, ascends:
In that fair and distant country,
We shall find our loved and own,
There we’ll join with them in praises,
Gathered with them ’round the throne.

Chorus:
We shall hear the blessed voices,
Of the loved ones waiting there,
As their anthems of rejoicing,
Float upon the heav’nly air.