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Robert Spurgin

J. H. Fillmore

Anonymous

Just over the river, just over the river,
I'm told is the city of God;
It's gates are of pearl and its streets are of gold,
And by glorified beings they're trod.
And Jesus, my Saviour, has gone to that city,
A place for his own to prepare;
In the house of the Father the mansions are many,
And one is awaiting me there.

Just over the river, just over the river,
The city that knoweth no night;
It needeth no sun, neither needeth the moon,
For the glory of God is its light.
In that city are loved ones awaiting my coming,
Expectant they stand on the shore;
O when shall I enter my mansion in heaven,
A pilgrim to roam never more.

Just over the river, are mansions of glory,
So long by the Saviour foretold,
There dwell the immortals, in rapture above
Where the streets are all paved with pure gold.
There dwelleth the Father, and Christ, the Redeemer
In glory and splendor arrayed,
Where praise shall resound from the lips of the ransomed
To Him who our sin debt has paid!

Chorus:
Just over the river,
That beautiful city I see;
Just over the river,
A place in that city for me.