In the land where the bright ones are gathered,

In the land where the bright ones are gathered,
In the far-away home where they dwell,
Do they know how our sad hearts are breaking —
Do they know that we love them so well ?

Do they know, ... do they know, ...
Do they know that we love them so well ?
In the land where the bright ones are gathered,
Do they know that we love them so well ?

2 Where they gaze on the splendours of Eden,
On the glories nomortal can tell,
Do they think of the eyes that are weeping —
Do they know that we love them so well ?

3 Do they stoop from the bright realms of glory,
Where the anthems triumphantly swell ;
Do they long for a blessed reunion —
Do they know that we love them so well ?

4 Yes, they know; for our spirits are blending,
In the mansion of peace where they dwell ;
And they watch and they wait for our coming,
For they know that we love them so well.
Yea, they know, . . . yes, they know, etc.