Robert Lowry Poems
|1.||The Straying Sheep||1/3/2003|
|2.||Lead Them To Thee||1/3/2003|
|3.||Chorus Of Fire||1/3/2003|
|4.||Nothing But The Blood||1/3/2003|
|5.||The Angel's Song||1/3/2003|
|6.||At The River||1/3/2003|
|7.||Low In The Grave He Lay||1/3/2003|
|8.||How Can I Keep From Singing?||1/3/2003|
And he showed me a pure River of Water of Life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the Throne of God and of the Lamb." -- Rev. xxii. 1
Shall we gather at the river
Where bright angel feet have trod;
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God?
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
On the margin of the river,
Washing up its silver spray,
We will walk and worship ever,
All the happy, golden day.