There’s a deep, turbid river flowing on before,
And its waters are deep and wide;
But faith sees a light, yes, a beacon bright,
Just down by the river side.
There’s a light at the river, a light at the river;
A light at the river I can see;
My Lord will stand and hold in His hand,
A light at the river for me.
O’er the dark, foaming waters, from the unseen shore,
Angel bands in their beauty glide,
And will bear us away to the realms of day,
Into light on the other side.
Many dear ones we’ve loved are from their homes removed,
Dipped their wings in the mystic tide;
They have passed o’er the deep, where they’ll ne’er more weep,
In the light on the other side.
To this deep, endless river we must one day come,
And we’ll cross o’er its waters wide;
How happy we’ll be, if by faith we see
The light on the other side.