At the Savior’s Right Hand

In the day of all days

When the world shall be judged

And the chaff from the wheat

Shall be tho­rough­ly fanned

Then the righ­teous shall shine

As the stars in the sky

And their plac­es shall be

At the Sav­ior’s right hand.

Let me find a place with that hap­py band

Who shall ev­er ab­ide

Abide at the Sav­ior’s right hand.

But the wick­ed who will not

Repent and be­lieve

And will nev­er live up

To the Mas­ter’s com­mand

Shall be placed on the left

As un­wor­thy to be

With the child­ren of God

At the Sav­ior’s right hand.

We are jour­ney­ing on to eter­ni­ty

now

On the banks of death’s Jor­dan

We some­time shall stand!

Shall we fear to pass ov­er

The dark roll­ing flood

Lest our por­tion not be

At the Sav­ior’s right hand?

If our shep­herd He is

And we fol­low His call

He will lead us safe home

To that beau­ti­ful land;

And

with crowns on our brows

And with branch­es of palm

We shall ev­er ab­ide

At the Sav­ior’s right hand.