|Location in The Sacred Harp|
When we hear the music ringing
In the bright celestial dome.
When sweet angel voices singing
Gladly bid us welcome home
To the land of ancient story,
Where the sprits know no care,
In that land of light and glory,
Shall we know each other there?
Shall We Know Each Other There? 55, Stanza 1
When the holy angels meet us,
As we go to join their band,
Shall we know the friends that greet us
In the glorious spirit land?
Shall we see the same eyes shining
On us, as in days of yore?
Shall we feel their dear arms twining
Fondly round us, as before?
Yes, my earth-worn soul rejoices,
And my weary heart grows light,
For the thrilling angel voices
And the angel faces bright
That shall welcome s in heaven
Are the loved of long ago,
And to them ’t is kindly given
Thus their mortal friends to know.
Oh, ye weary, sad and toss’d ones,
Droop not, faint not by the way;
Ye shall join the loved and just ones
In the land of perfect day!
Harp strings touched by angel fingers
Murmured in my raptured ear,
Evermore their sweet song lingers:
“We shall know each other there.”
Shall We Know Each Other There? 55, Stanza 2