Hymn: “What a Gathering!” by Fanny Crosby

On that shiny and golden morning,
When the Son of Man shall come,
And the radiance of His glory we will see,
When from each clime and nation
He shall name His individuals house,
What a gath’ring of the ransomed that will likely be!

What a gath’ring, what a gath’ring,
What a gath’ring of the ransomed
In the summertime land of affection!
What a gath’ring, what a gath’ring,
Of the ransomed in that blissful house above!

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

When our eyes be­maintain town,
With its ma­ny man­sions shiny,
And its ri­ver, calm and relaxation­ful, stream­ing free,
When the chums that dying hath half­ed
Shall in bliss once more unite,
What a ga­ther­ing and a greet­ing there will likely be!

O the King is certain­ly com­ing,
And the time is draw­ing nigh
When the bless­èd day of professional­mise we will see,
Then the chang­ing in a mo­ment,
Within the twink­ling of a watch,
And for­ev­er in His pre­sence we will be.

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