We'll meet again the loved ones gone before us —
In that bright realm the land of light and love;
It may be that e'en now they're watching o'er us,
And longing for the time we'll meet above.

We'll meet again of that we may be certain,
In that bright home so wondrous and so fair,
Whose glories, veiled to us as by a curtain,
Through God's redeeming grace we are to share.

We'll meet where neither sadness nor sorrows
Shall for one moment rob the heart of joy;
Where there shall be no dark uncertain morrows,
Or aught whatever to the bliss destroy.

Ah, yes, we'll meet again in that bright glory;
How wondrous it will be to talk things o'er,
And to begin a fresh, but never-ending story
Of life which shall endure forevermore.