When the warfare is over And this body laid down, There to sleep on in darkness Till the trumpet shall sound; Then to rise up to glory With the angels to sing, There to live with the blessed, Praising Jesus our King. What a day of rejoicing When the ransomed shall meet, Praising Jesus in glory, Kneeling low at His feet; On the banks of fair Eden We will ever abide, Where the joys are eternal Then I'll be satisfied.