On the bosom of the river, Where the Savior King we own, We shall meet, and sorrow never, Neath the glory of the throne. Soon our happy hearts will quiver With the melody of peace. Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. To the peace of night surrender, Let the bitterness depart. All my troubles are forgotten, Restless heart, a sweet goodnight.
Trials now are past, triumph is begun.
All night, all day, angels watching over me, my Lord. Write my name with a golden pen. Oh, come, angel band, come and round me stand. When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.