First Line: Some have crossed the swelling flood,

Some have crossed the swelling flood,
Some are now at home with God —
Well beyond the reach of care,
Free from every hurtful snare :
Gone through death to glory bright,
Present with the Lord in light ;
But ere perfect joy begin,
More must yet be gathered in !

Saved from death's eternal loss
By the power of Jesus' cross :
From their sorrow, shame, and sin,
More must yet be gathered in.

2 Some of every land and race,
Souls redeemed by Jesus' grace,
Now are in the Shepherd's fold,
Bought with neither gems nor gold;
Saved from endless death and shame,
Saved to grace the Saviour's name ;
Other souls are still to win —
More must yet be gathered in.

3 Some have drifted far from God,
Trampling on the Saviour's blood,
By the worldling's glitter caught,
Selling life and soul for naught :
Fashion's form for every hour,
Christian name without the power ;
Dead in trespasses and sin —
Oh, that they were gathered in !

4 Some are sunk in vice and shame,
Heedless of the Saviour's name ;
Some, in superstition's sway,
Hate the light of Gospel-day :
Thou thy testimony give —
They may yet believe and live ;
For, from 'mong the ranks of sin,
More must yet be gathered in !