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 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