Hymn: “What a Gathering!” by Fanny Crosby

On that bright and golden morning,
When the Son of Man shall come,
And the radiance of His glory we shall see,
When from every clime and nation
He shall call His people home,
What a gath’ring of the ransomed that will be!

What a gath’ring, what a gath’ring,
What a gath’ring of the ransomed
In the summer land of love!
What a gath’ring, what a gath’ring,
Of the ransomed in that happy home above!

When the blest, who sleep in Je­sus,
At His bid­ding shall arise
From the si­lence of the grave and from the sea
And with bo­dies all ce­les­ti­al
They shall meet Him in the skies,
What a ga­ther­ing and re­joic­ing there will be!

When our eyes be­hold the city,
With its ma­ny man­sions bright,
And its ri­ver, calm and rest­ful, flow­ing free,
When the friends that death hath part­ed
Shall in bliss again unite,
What a ga­ther­ing and a greet­ing there will be!

O the King is sure­ly com­ing,
And the time is draw­ing nigh
When the bless­èd day of pro­mise we shall see,
Then the chang­ing in a mo­ment,
In the twink­ling of an eye,
And for­ev­er in His pre­sence we shall be.

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