Beyond the si­lent riv­er,
In the glo­ry sum­mer-lands,
In the beau­ti­ful for­ev­er,
Where the jew­eled ci­ty stands,
Where ev­er bloom­ing flow­ers
Send forth their sweet per­fume,
My heart’s most loved and cher­ished
In heav’n­ly beau­ty bloom.

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Oh, the joy that there awaits me
When I reach that gold­en shore,
When I grasp the hands of loved ones,
To part with them no more.

And when I cross that riv­er,
The first I will adore,
The first to bid me wel­come,
Upon that gold­en shore,
Will be my lov­ing Sav­ior,
The one who died for me,
That in the long for­ev­er,
From sin I might be free.

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The next one who will greet me,
In the man­sions fair and bright,
Will be my saint­ed mother,
Arrayed in gar­ments white;
And then the gray haired fa­ther,
Close press­ing by her side,
Will grasp my hand with fer­vor,
Just o’er the swell­ing tide.

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The cur­ly head­ed bro­ther
And lit­tle baby dear,
And bright eyed lit­tle sis­ter,
With mer­ry laugh and cheer,
Will all clus­ter round me,
To bid me wel­come home,
And watch with me the ga­ther­ing,
Of loved ones yet to come.

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