Oh, think of the Home over there, By the side of the river of light, . . . Where the saints, all immortal and fair, Are robed in their garments of white. . . .
Over there, . . . over there ; . . . Oh, think of the Home over there ! . . . Over there, . . . over there, over there ; Oh, think of the Home over there !
2. Oh, think of the friends over there, Who before us the journey have trod ; . . . Of the songs that they breathe on the air, In their home in the palace of God. . . .
Over there, . . . over there ; . . . Oh, think of the friends over ther e! . . .
3. My Saviour is now over there, There my kindred and friends are at rest; . . . Then, away from my sorrow and care, Let me fly to the land of the blest. . . .
Over there, . . . over there ; . . . My Saviour is now over there ! . . .
4. I'll soon be at home over there, For the end of my journey I see ; . . . Many dear to my heart over there Are watching and waiting for me.
Over there, . . . over there ; . . . I'll soon be at home over there ! . . .