Lyrics

You have heard of little Moses in the bulrush You have heard of fearless David and his sling You have heard the story told of dreaming Joseph And of Jonah and the whale you often sing There are many, many others in the Bible I should like to meet them all, I do declare By and by the Lord will surely let us meet them At that meeting in the air There is going to be a meeting in the air In that sweet, sweet by and by I am going to meet you, meet you over there In that home beyond the sky Such singing you will hear never heard by mortal ear 'Twill be glorious I do declare And God's own son will be the leading one At that meeting in the air Many things will there be missing in that meeting For the mourner's bench will have no place at all There will never be a sermon preached to sinners For the sinner had refused to heed the call There will be no mourning over wayward loved ones There will be no lonely nights of pleading prayer All our burdens and our anguish will be lifted At that meeting in the air There is going to be a meeting in the air In that sweet, sweet by and by I am going to meet you, meet you over there In that home beyond the sky Such singing you will hear never heard by mortal ear 'Twill be glorious I do declare And God's own son will be the leading one At that meeting in the air There is going to be a meeting in the air In that sweet, sweet by and by I am going to meet you, meet you over there In that home beyond the sky Such singing you will hear never heard by mortal ear 'Twill be glorious I do declare And God's own son will be the leading one At that meeting in the air
Writer(s): Mae Taylor Roberts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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