Words: , 1885:

Kirkie [Kirk­pat­rick] was leav­ing Fan­ny’s flat one day af­ter an all too brief vi­sit. “Oh dear, it’s no­thing but meet­ing and part­ing in this world, isn’t it?” she re­marked. The jo­vi­al Pro­fess­or re­plied, “Well, I will not say, as did, ‘Meet me at the fount­ain,’ but I will say, ‘Where the tree of life is bloom­ing, meet me there.’” This in­spired Fan­ny to write a hymn en­ti­tled “Meet Me There,” for which Kirk­pat­rick sup­plied the mu­sic.

Some hymn­als show the au­thor as Hen­ri­et­ta Blair, one of Fan­ny’s pseu­do­nyms.

Music: .

On the happy, golden shore, where the faithful part no more,
When the storms of life are over, meet me there;
Where the night dissolves away into pure and perfect day,
I am going home to stay—meet me there.

Refrain

Meet me there, meet me there,
Where the tree of life is blooming, meet me there;
When the storms of life are o’er, on the happy golden shore,
Where the faithful part no more, meet me there.

Here our fondest hopes are vain, dearest links are rent in twain,
But in Heav’n no throb of pain—meet me there;
By the river sparkling bright in the city of delight,
Where our faith is lost in sight, meet me there.

Refrain

Where the harps of angels ring, and the blest forever sing,
In the palace of the King, meet me there;
Where in sweet communion blend heart with heart and friend with friend,
In a world that ne’er shall end, meet me there.

Refrain