First Line: They are gathering homeward from every land,

They are gathering homeward from every land,
One by one, one by one ;
As their weary feet touch the shining strand,
Yes, one by one.
Their brows are enclosed in a golden crown,
Their travel-stained garments are all laid down ;
And clothed in white raiment they rest in the mead,
Where the Lamb doth love His saints to lead.

Gathering home, gathering home,
Fording the river, one by one ;
Gathering home, gathering home,
Yes, one by one.

2 We, too, shall come to the river side,
One by one, one by one :
We are nearer its waters each eventide,
Yes, one by one.
To some are the floods of the river stil ,
As they ford on their way to the heavenly hill !
To others the waves run fiercely and wild,
Yet they reach the home of the undefiled.

3 Jesus, Redeemer, we look to Thee,
One by one, one by one ;
We lift lip our voices tremblingly,
Yes, one by one.
The waves of the river are dark and cold,
But we know the place where our feet shall hold ;
O Thou, who didst pass through in
deepest midnight,
Now guide us, and send us the staff and light.