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."