Song details

Shall we gather at the river where bright angel feet have trod. With its crystal tide forever, flowing from the throne of God. On the margin of the river, washing up its silver spray, we will walk and worship ever, all the happy golden day. Ere we reach the shining river, lay we every burden down. Grace our spirits will deliver and provide a robe and crown. At the smiling of the river, mirror of the Savior's face. Saints whom death will never sever lift their songs of saving grace. Yes we'll gather at the river, the beautiful, beautiful river. Gather with the saints at the river that flows by the throne of God.