1 Just beyond the rolling river,
I’ve a home all fair and bright;
Angels guide me safely over,
Where they’re clothed in robes of light.
There bright sunbeams gild the pathway,
Beams of pure eternal love,
And sweet flowers bloom immortal,
In the pilgrim’s home above.
Hark! I hear the angels calling;
Yes, they’re calling me away,
Far away beyond the river,
Where my kindred spirits stay.
2 Tho’ the pathway lies thro’ sorrow,
Dangers all along the way;
Oh, there is a bright tomorrow,
Perfect bliss and endless day;
For we’ll meet with many lov’d ones
Who have cross’d the path before,
Sing with them the songs immortal,
On that glad and happy shore. [Refrain]
3 Often sad along the journey,
Thorns oppress my weary feet;
Yet my watchword shall be onward,
For my resting-place is sweet.
Soon I’ll drop this robe of sadness,
Sing no more earth’s pilgrim song,
Strike a higher note of gladness,
Gather’d with a holy throng. [Refrain]