There’s a land be­yond the river,
Free from every grief and pain;
And in that ce­les­ti­al coun­try
Sin will ne’er de­file again.

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In the land be­yond the ri­ver,
Which is ev­er bright and fair,
Heaven’s sweet and ho­ly rap­ture
With re­deemed ones we shall share.

There no sad fare­wells are spoken,
There will fall no bit­ter tears,
For the joy of ran­somed spi­rits
Will en­dure through end­less years.

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In that land will be no dark­ness,
Night will ne­ver cast its gloom
Over scenes of per­fect beau­ty,
Where un­fad­ing flow­ers bloom.

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There we’ll know the bliss of meet­ing
Dear ones who have gone be­fore,
And for­ev­er with our Sav­ior
His dear name we shall ad­ore.

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