When We Gather At Last Over Jordan,
And The Ransomed In Glory We See,
‘ As The Numberless Sands Of The Seashore
What A Wonderful Sight That Will Be !

Numberless As The Sands Of The Seashore !
Numberless As The Sands Of The Shore !
Oh, What A Sight ‘Twill Be,
When The Ransomed Host We See,
As Numberless As The Sands Of The Seashore !

When We See All The Saved Of The Ages,
Who From Sorrow And Trials Are Free,
Meeting There With A Heavenly Greeting
What A Wonderful Sight That Will Be !

When We Stand By The Beautiful River,
‘Neath The Shade Of The Life-Giving Tree,
Gazing Over The Fair Land Of Promise
What A Wonderful Sight That Will Be !

When At Last We Behold Our Redeemer,
And His Glory Transcendent We See,
While As King Of All Kingdoms He Reigneth
What A Wonderful Sight That Will Be !