Just over yonder, beyond the river,
There is a city of pure delight,
Where many loved ones are congregating
With palms of vict'ry in robes of white.
CHORUS:
Just over yonder,
there'll be no pain to bear,
No lonely days up there will ever come.
There'll be no crying,
there'll be no dying,
Oh, what rejoicing when we get over home.
There's nothing here, friend,
but disappointment,
So often here we are left alone;
But over yonder hearts will grow fonder,
And separation will never come.
Just over yonder,
I'll soon be going,
to see my Savior upon His throne,
and hear a welcome ring out through heaven
Oh, weary pilgrim, this is your home
Just over yonder,
there'll be no pain to bear,
No lonely days up there will ever come.
There'll be no crying,
there'll be no dying,
Oh, what rejoicing when we get over home.
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