Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1848
Compiler: S W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Our kindred dear to heaven are gone
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: PM
Tune: Marching to Glory
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 280, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsOur kindred dear to heaven have gone,
We'll meet our friends in glory;
They landed safe, we'll follow on,
To meet our friends in glory.
We're marching to glory,
We're marching to glory,
We're marching to glory,
To meet our friends in glory!
We're on our way to paradise,
To meet our friends in glory.
Like us they had their cares and fears --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
Like us they shed affliction's tears,
We'll meet our friends in glory!
We're marching, &c.
They had to fight their passage through --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
But conquered as we soon shall do --
And meet our friends in glory!
We're marching, &c.
Now they are shining bright and fair --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
Victorious palms with joy they bear --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
We're marching, &c.
Safe housed in their eternal home --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
They wait till we with songs shall come --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
We're marching, &c.
How happy they, from sorrow free --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
And such our happiness shall be --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
We're marching, &c.
How bright the crowns their temples bear --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
Like crowns for us are waiting there --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
We're marching, &c.
What robes they wear before the throne --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
Such glorious robes shall be our own --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
We're marching, &c.
What harps of gold they all employ --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
Such harps our hands shall strike with joy --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
We're marching, &c.
What notes divine are on their tongues --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
And raise with them our rapturous songs --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
We're marching, &c.
How green the fields o'er which they rove --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
And range with them those fields above --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
We're marching, &c.
The hills and vales and groves are fair --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
And live with them forever there --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
We're marching, &c.
And oh! there dwells our one good Friend --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
And with him endless ages spend --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
We're marching, &c.
Before us he ascended there --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
Our heavenly mansion to prepare --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
We're marching, &c.
And now in one united band --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
We're marching forward heart and hand --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
We're marching, &c.
Though rough the way 'twill soon be past --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
And share their blissful home at last --
We'll meet our friends in glory!
We're marching, &c.