Like the stars of the morning,
 His bright crown adorning,
 They shall shine in their beauty,
 Bright gems for His crown.

He will gather, He will gather,
 The gems for his kingdom;
All the pure ones, all the bright ones
 His loved and his own.

Little children, little children,
 Who love their Redeemer,
Are the jewels, precious jewels,
 His loved and his own.

There's a land that is fairer than day,
 And by faith we can see it afar;
For the Father waits over the way,
 To prepare us a dwelling place there.

Chorus—In the sweet by and by,
      We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

We shall sing on that beautiful shore
 The melodious songs of the blest,
And our spirits shall sorrow no more,
 Not a sigh for the blessings of rest.—Cho.