Meet me at the freshet
Where there is a gathering -
A swath of pilgrims wait
For to find eternity -
Where there flows an old hope
And God\'s love is evergreen -
Where His deeds are retold
Of which move our hearts to sing.
Bind His words to your mind;
Let them be our canopy.
We will uphold in time
These truths to the enemy
And then Christ will steal us
To a place of victory -
Forever loved and thus
Forevermore we will be!