When through this orchard life we cease to wander; when comes the close
of the years.
Let us cross over the river and rest in the beautiful valley beyond
the shadows of tears.
Shall we gather by the river, just out yonder?
Shall we meet somewhere after a while?
As the evening draws nearer, upon the long road as we wander, greeted
by our redeemer's smile.
If I should see the glories of the saints up yonder, and should hear
their glad refrain,
All glittering over the world, His hosts upon higher plains, I shall
know I am one of his train.
We will watch their ways from the still mountains. The days of man
on earth we know.
Changing as the drifting snow, till the Redeemer calls together the
souls from sorrow here below.
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