Scripture Verse

The rich and poor meet together: the Lord is the maker of them all. Proverbs 22:2


Fanny Crosby

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, in Songs of Joy and Glad­ness, ed­it­ed by Will­iam Kirk­pat­rick et al. (Bo­ston, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Mc­Dona­ld & Gill, 1885). Some hym­nals give the au­thor as Hen­ri­et­ta Blair, one of Fan­ny’s pseu­do­nyms.

Music: Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick (🔊 pdf nwc).

William J. Kirkpatrick

Kirkie [Kirk­pat­rick] was leav­ing Fan­ny’s flat one day aft­er an all too brief vis­it. Oh dear, it’s noth­ing but meet­ing and part­ing in this world, isn’t it? she re­marked. The jo­vi­al Pro­fess­or re­plied, Well, I will not say, as Bliss did, Meet me at the foun­tain, but I will say, Where the tree of life is bloom­ing, meet me there. This in­spired Fan­ny to write a hymn en­ti­tled Meet Me There, for which Kirk­pat­rick sup­plied the mu­sic.

Ruffin, p. 142


On the happy, golden shore,
Where the faithful part no more,
When the storms of life are over,
Meet me there;
Where the night dissolves away
Into pure and perfect day,
I am going home to stay—meet me there.


Meet me there, meet me there,
Where the tree of life is blooming,
Meet me there;
When the storms of life are o’er,
On the happy golden shore,
Where the faithful part no more,
Meet me there.

Here our fondest hopes are vain,
Dearest links are rent in twain,
But in Heav’n no throb of pain—
Meet me there;
By the river sparkling bright
In the city of delight,
Where our faith is lost in sight,
Meet me there.


Where the harps of angels ring,
And the blest for­ev­er sing,
In the palace of the King,
Meet me there;
Where in sweet communion blend
Heart with heart and friend with friend,
In a world that ne’er shall end,
Meet me there.