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''Shall we gather at the river,
Where bright angel feet have trod;
With its crystal tide for ever,
Flowing by the throne of God?''
O! golden Hereafter, thine every bright rafterWill shake in the thunder of sanctified song;And every swift angel proclaim an evangel,To summon God’s saints to the glorified throng.RefrainO! chorus of fire,That will burst from God’s choir,