1
O, think of the home over there
By the side of the river of light,
Where the saints, all immortal and fair,
Are roded in their garments of white.
Over there, over there,
O think of the home over there,
Over there, over there, over there,
O think of the home over there.
2
O, 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,
O think of the friends over there,
Over there, over there, over there,
O think of the friends over there.
3
My Savior 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 Savior is now over there,
Over there, over there, over there,
My Savior 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,
Over there, over there, over there,
'll soon be at home over there.