We will march through the streets of the city
With our loved ones gone before
We will sit on the banks of the river
Where we’ll meet to part no more
Jesus caused me when a stranger
Wandering from the fold of God
He to rescue me from danger
And transported by His blood
From that fount of everlasting
To thy heart to sing God’s praise
Dreams of mercy never ceasing
All through songs of loudest praise
Hark the voice of Jesus calling
Who will go and work today
Fields are white and harvest is waiting
Who will bear the sheaves away