1 Just beyond the silent river, Where the sages weep no more:
Voices join in glad hosannas To the King for evermore.
Christ the conqueror from Bozrah, Garments dyed in crimson red,
Bought redemption for earth's aliens By His triumph from the dead.

2 No more weeping over yonder, There we'll say farewell no more:
Blessed bright and happy morning, When we meet on that blest shore:
Ages past, still ages coming, Yet no end will we know there,
Heaven beams with grandest splendor To all whom are free from care.

3 I am nearing now the crossing, Soon the boatman will row o'er:
He will pilot to the haven, There the Christ we will adore;
Saved from sin and strife forever, Safe in Jesus' fond embrace,
Dwelling with the hosts of angels, While we sing the "songs of grace."