Well You Meet Me In The Morning,
On That Bright And Golden Shore ?
Will Your Lamp Be Trimmed And Burning,
When He Comes To Take You O’er ?

Yes, I’ll Meet You In The Morning,
When I Hear The Saviour’s Call ;
Come, Ye Blessed Of My Father,
To A Home Prepared For All.

Oh To Meet On That Bright Morning,
When The Clouds Have Passed Away !
Oh To Walk And Talk With Jesus,
There To Dwell With Him For Aye !

When We Meet Our Loving Saviour,
What A Happy Hour ‘Twill Be,
When We’re Gathered With Our Loved
And Their Happy Faces See ! [Ones,

Oh, This Thought Should Make Us Happy,
And We All Should Love Him More ;
For He’ll Come, And Will Not Tarry,
Come To Bear Us Safely O’er.