When we reach those bright man­sions in glo­ry,
And the King in His beau­ty we see;
When we drink of the life giv­ing foun­tain,
What a joy, what a rap­ture ’twill be.

Refrain

Multitudes that no man can num­ber,
They meet on that beau­ti­ful shore;
They are sing­ing their prais­es to Je­sus,
Who is wor­thy of praise ev­er­more

When we pass thro’ the swell­ings of Jor­dan,
We shall sing the new song of the blest;
With the blood bought, the pure, and the ho­ly,
We shall dwell in that ci­ty of rest.

Refrain

Yes, we’ll sing the new song of re­demp­tion,
With our gar­ments all spot­less and white;
Then we’ll crown Him our bless­èd Re­deem­er,
And as­cend to the man­sions of light.

Refrain