We May Sing Sweet Songs in Heaven

We may sing sweet songs in Heav­en

When the crown of gold is won

And the harp to us is giv­en

For our earth­ly work

well done;

We may hear the Shep­herd call­ing

For the fee­ble lambs as­tray

In the storm of wrath ap­pal­ling

At the com­ing judg­ment day.

We may meet be­yond the riv­er

With the lambs from earth as­tray;

When we dwell with Christ

life’s giv­er

At the com­ing judg­ment day.

We may sing in Heav’n for­ev­er

With the lov­ing

blood-washed band

When from charms of earth we sev­er

And go up to take the land:

There

with glo­ry shin­ing o’er us

We may see the bliss­ful fold;

And the ci­ty fair be­fore us

As we near the gates of gold.

In the land of an­gels sing­ing

We may join the songs of love;

When the courts of bliss are ring­ing

With the spir­it choir above:

When the Shep­herd’s voice is call­ing

For the pre­cious lambs as­tray

In the storm of wrath ap­pal­ling—

Then will come the judg­ment day.