Over the river
S. Foster
On the banks,
On the banks beyond the stream
Where the fields are always green,
There's no night,
There's no night but an endless day;
There is where the angels stay.
There's no sorrow, pain, nor fear;
There's no parting farewell tear;
There's no cloud,
There's no cloud, no darkness there;
All is bright, and clear, and fair.
Fadeless flowers of beauty there
Trees of life with foliage rare,
Fruits the most inviting grow,
There is where I want to go.
Hark! I hear the angels sing;
Heavenly harpers, on the wing,
Throng the air, and bid me rise
To the music of the skies.
Soon from earth I'll soar away
To the realms of endless day;
Soon I'll join the ransomed throng,
And sing with them redemption's song:
Pearly gates stand open wide,
Just beyond death's chilling tide;
There my mansion bright I see;
There the angels wait for me.
Earthly homes, adieu, adieu!
Earthly friends, farewell to you!
Softly breathe your last good-bye!
Jesus calls me, let me die:
Hallelujah! Christ has come!
Hallelujah! I'm near home:
Friends and loved ones, weep no more
"Meet me on the other shore."