Some bright morning we shall drop our heavy load of care,
And with gladness go to be with Jesus and the ones gone on before;
Live with them forever in a home of beauty rare,
Won’t that be a happy meeting on the golden shore?
Won’t that be a happy meeting over yonder
In that home so fair, so bright and fair, we’ll shout and sing together,
Basking in the Savior’s love, His love sublime, oh hallelujah, won’t that be a
happy meeting over there.
Holy bands of angels on their harps will sweetly play,
We shall join them there to swell the praises of the Lamb of Calvary;
Singing glad hosannas thru the endless glory day,
Won’t that be a happy meeting there for you and me.
Heaven’s gates will open wide, and we’ll go marching in,
Oh, what rapture when we view the splendor of that holy, happy place;
We will leave behind us ev’ry doubter with his sin,
Won’t that be a happy meeting for the saved by grace?