Just Over the Stars

There is a land of pure de­light

Where trou­ble nev­er mars;

But joy and peace for­ev­er reign

’Tis the land just ov­er the stars.

Just ov­er the stars

Just ov­er the stars

The blood washed throng

Will sing Sweet home

In that land just ov­er the stars.

Just ov­er the stars

Just ov­er the stars

We soon shall stand with that an­gel band

In that land just ov­er the stars.

Our Sav­ior there at last we’ll meet

When we shall cross the bars;

He’ll bid us wel­come home up there

In that land just ov­er the stars.

We’ll sing and shout with that glad throng

When safe from Sa­tan’s wars;

And praise our Sav­ior ev­er­more

In that land just ov­er the stars.