Meet Me There

Meet Me There

On the happy, golden shore, Where the faithful part no more, When the storms of life are o'er, Meet me there; where the night dissolves away, Into pure and perfect day, I am gong home to stay; Meet me there.

Chorus
Meet me there, Meet me there, Where the tree of life is blooming, Meet me there; When the storms of life are o'er, On the happy golden shore, Where the faithful part no more, Meet me there.

Here our fondest hopes are vain, Dearest links are rent in twain, But in heaven no throb of pain, Meet me there; By the river sparkling bright in the city of delight, Where our faith is lost in sight, meet me there.

Chorus
Meet me there, Meet me there, Where the tree of life is blooming, meet me there; When the storms of life are o'er. On the happy golden shore, Where the faithful part on more, Meet me there.

Where the harps of angels ring, And the blest forever sing, in the palace of the King, Meet me there; Where in sweet communion blend with heart and friend with friend, In a world that never shall end, Meet me there.

Chorus
Meet me there, Meet me there, Where the tree of life is blooming, Meet me there; When the storms of life are o'er, On the happy, golden shore, here the faithful part me more, Meet me there.

Written by
 Fan­ny Cros­by, 1885. Some hymn­als show the au­thor as Hen­ri­et­ta Blair, one of Fan­ny’s pseudonyms.

“The rich and poor meet together: the Lord is the maker of them all.” Proverbs 22:2

I also hope to meet you all there.