By the side of the river of light,
Where the saints all immortal and fair
Are robed in their garments of white.
Refrain:
Over there, over there, O think of the home over there.
Over there, over there, O think of the home over there.
2 O think of the friends over there,
Who before us the journey have trod;
Of the song that they breathe on the air
In their home in the palace of God.
3 My Saviour is now over there,
Where my kindred and friends are at rest;
Then away from my sorrow and care
Let me fly to the land of the blest.
4 I’ll soon be at home over there,
For the end of my journey I see;
Many dear to my heart over there
Are waiting and watching for me.
Author: DeWitt Clinton Huntington
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