Just over the River

Just over the riv­er

just over the riv­er

I’m told is the ci­ty of God;

Its gates are of pearl

and its streets are of gold

And by glo­ri­fied be­ings they’re trod.

And Je­sus

my Sav­ior

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

That beau­ti­ful ci­ty I see;

Just ov­er the riv­er

A place in that ci­ty for me.

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 nev­er­more?