_The River of Life._
Shall we gather at the river
Where bright angel feet have trod;
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God.
Cho.--Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river,--
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
2 On the margin of the river
Washing up its silver spray,
We will walk and worship ever,
All the happy, golden day.
3 Ere we reach the shining river
Lay we ev'ry burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown.
4 At the smiling of the river
Mirror of the Savior's face,
Saints whom death will never sever
Lift their songs of saving grace.
5 Soon we'll reach the silver river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease;
Soon our happy hearts will quiver
With the melody of peace.
Robert Lowry.