O’er Jor­dan’s dark and stor­my ri­ver
Lies Heav’n’s fair shore;
There joy shall fill the soul for­ev­er,
Sorrow shall come no more.
There, streets of gold and walls of jas­per,
Within the gates;
There, homes pre­pared by our dear mas­ter,
Each ran­somed soul awaits.

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Safe at home, at home with Je­sus,
Never more to roam;
Oh, how the cares of earth grow light­er,
Thinking of sweet rest at home.

Dear loved ones who have gone be­fore us,
Wait for us there!
To lov­ing arms will God re­store us,
And in their bliss we’ll share.
Then, full of faith, we’ll lay our sor­row
At Je­sus’ feet;
And in the bright and heav’n­ly mor­row,
Loved ones—the saved ones meet.

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