Gathering of the Ransomed

Some day the silver cord will break
And i no more as now shall sing
But oh the joy when i shall wake
Within the palace of the king

On that brite and golden morning
When the son of man shall come
And the radiance of His glory we shall see
When from every time and nation
He shall call his people home
What a gathering of the ransomed that will be

What a gathering, what a gathering
What a gathering of the ransomed
In that Summer Land of Love
What a gathering, what a gathering
What a gathering in that happy home above.

What a gathering, what a gathering
What a gathering of the ransomed
In that Summer Land of Love
What a gathering, what a gathering
What a gathering in that happy home above.