There’s a land be­yond the ri­ver,
That we call the sweet for­ev­er,
And we on­ly reach that shore by faith’s de­cree;
One by one we’ll gain the por­tals,
There to dwell with the im­mor­tals,
When they ring the gold­en bells for you and me.

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Don’t you hear the bells now ring­ing?
Don’t you hear the an­gels sing­ing?
’Tis the glo­ry hal­le­lu­jah ju­bi­lee.
In that far off sweet for­ev­er,
Just be­yond the shin­ing ri­ver,
When they ring the gold­en bells for you and me.

We shall know no sin or sor­row,
In that ha­ven of to­mor­row,
When our barque shall sail be­yond the sil­ver sea;
We shall on­ly know the bless­ing
Of our Fa­ther’s sweet ca­ress­ing,
When they ring the gold­en bells for you and me.

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When our days shall know their num­ber,
And in death we sweet­ly slum­ber,
When the King com­mands the spi­rit to be free;
Nevermore with ang­uish la­den,
We shall reach that love­ly Ed­en,
When they ring the gold­en bells for you and me.

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