When The Sheep Have All Been Gathered

When the sheep have all been gathered,

To the Shepherd's fold on high,

And are resting, sweetly resting

'Neath a calm, unchanging sky;

When we look with cloudless vision

Stretching far and far away,

O'er that land beyond the sunset,

Where the morning breezes play.

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There, beside the wells of water

From celestial springs,

Celestial springs that flow,

There the everlasting kindness

Of our Savior we shall know.

When our final march is ended,

And the last dread conflict o'er;

When the world recedes forever,

To revolve as now no more;

When the hosts of God's redeemed ones

With the grand orchestral throng

Of the angels and archangels

Shout their hallelujah song.

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There's a river that proceedeth

From our Father's throne above,

Still reflecting on its bosom

His eternal light of love;

Oh, to think that on its margin

With our kindred we may dwell,

In a home beyond the shadows

Never more to say farewell.

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