Over the river voices I hear;
Sweet are the songs they’re singing to me;
Calling me homeward in glory to be,
O how I’m longing their faces to see!
I’m longing to meet them,
Longing to greet them,
Longing to join in praise unto Thee;
O loving Savior, acquainted with sorrow,
Haste the glad day when united we’ll be.
Over the river mansions I see;
All are aglow with new radiancy;
Glorified ones who from sorrow are free,
In bliss and beauty forever will be.
Over the river, when shall it be?
When shall I hear,
The Master calls thee?
Calls thee to enter His mansions above,
Mansions of glory, of service, of love.