1 O’er Jordan’s dark and stormy river
Lies heaven’s fair shore;
There joy shall fill the soul forever,
Sorrow shall come no more.
There, streets of gold and walls of Jasper,
Within the gates;
There, homes prepared by our dear Master,
Each ransomed soul awaits.
Safe at home, at home with Jesus,
Never more to roam;
Oh, how the cares of earth grow lighter
Thinking of sweet rest at home.
2 Dear loved ones who have gone before us,
Wait for us there!
To loving arms will God restore us,
And in their bliss we’ll share.
Then full of faith, we’ll lay our sorrow
At Jesus’ feet;
And in the bright and heavenly morrow
Loved ones—the saved ones meet. [Refrain]