First Line: O'er the cold and chilly blast,

O'er the cold and chilly blast,
By and by, by and by !
We shall gather home at last,
By and by, by and by !
Far beyond the stormy gale,
Anchored safe within the vail,
We shall furl our shattered sail,
By and by, by and by !

2 We shall see our Saviour's face
By and by, by and by !
We shall sing redeeming grace,
By and by, by and by !
Where the rose and lily grow,
Where our tears shall cease to flow,
Oh, the joy that we shall know
By and by, by and by !

3 In the golden fields above,
By and by, by and by !
We shall meet the friends we love,
By and by, by and by !
On that pure and fragrant shore
All our trials will be o'er,
We shall say farewell no more
By and by, by and by !