When our earthly sun is setting, 
And its glory fading fast; 
When our life's long looked for evening 
With its shadows comes at last 

Chorus: 
Oh! 'tis glorious, 
Oh! 'tis glorious, 
To enter in the sweet refrain, 
Oh! 'tis glorious, 
Oh! tis glorious, 
To know we'll meet again. 

When the tear-drops fast are flowing, 
And our hearts are torn with grief; 
When for all our sorrows, vainly 
We attempt to find relief. 

When the cold sweat of the dying 
Hangs in drops upon our face, 
And a secret voice assures us 
We have almost run our face. 

When the friends we love are standing 
Round our lonely, dying bed, 
And we take our farewell parting 
Ere the spark of life has fled.