Some Have Crossed The Swelling Flood,
Some Are Now At Home With God
Well Beyond The Reach Of Care,
Free From Every Hurtful Snare
Gone Through Death To Glory Bright,
Present With The Lord In Light
But Ere Perfect Joy Begin,
More Must Yet Be Gathered In !

Saved From Death’s Eternal Loss
By The Power Of Jesus’ Cross
From Their Sorrow, Shame, And Sin,
More Must Yet Be Gathered In.

Some Of Every Land And Race,
Souls Redeemed By Jesus’ Grace,
Now Are In The Shepherd’s Fold,
Bought With Neither Gems Nor Gold
Saved From Endless Death And Shame,
Saved To Grace The Saviour’s Name
Other Souls Are Still To Win
More Must Yet Be Gathered In.

Some Have Drifted Far From God,
Trampling On The Saviour’s Blood,
By The World Ling’s Glitter Caught,
Selling Life And Soul For Naught
Fashion’s Form For Every Hour,
Christian Name Without The Power
Dead In Trespasses And Sin
Oh, That They Were Gathered In !

Some Are Sunk In Vice And Shame,
Heedless Of The Saviour’s Name
Some, In Superstition’s Sway,
Hate The Light Of Gospel-Day
Thou Thy Testimony Give
They May Yet Believe And Live
For, From ‘Mong The Ranks Of Sin,
More Must Yet Be Gathered In !