First Line: When we gather at last over Jordan,

When we gather at last over Jordan,
And the ransomed in glory we see,
' As the numberless sands of the seashore —
What a wonderful sight that will be !

Numberless as the sands of the seashore !
Numberless as the sands of the shore ! . . .
Oh, what a sight 'twill be,
When the ransomed host we see,
As numberless as the sands of the seashore !

2 When we see all the saved of the ages,
Who from sorrow and trials are free,
Meeting there with a heavenly greeting—
What a wonderful sight that will be !

3 When we stand by the beautiful river,
'Neath the shade of the life-giving tree,
Gazing over the fair land of promise —
What a wonderful sight that will be !

4 When at last we behold our Redeemer,
And His glory transcendent we see,
While as King of all kingdoms He reigneth —
What a wonderful sight that will be !