I väntan på

 

We will walk through the streets of the city
With our loved ones (that’s) gone before
We will sit on the banks of the river
Where we’ll meet to part no more

Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wandering from the fold of God
He to rescue me from danger
And transported by his blood

Come, thy fount of every blessing
Do now hark to sing God’s praise
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Calls for songs of loudest praise

We will march through the streets of the city
With our loved ones (that’s) gone before
We will sit on the banks of the river
Where we’ll meet to part no more

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

Yes, we’ll 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