Meet Me Over There

A lit­tle child was dy­ing

And called her fa­ther near;

And

on His arm re­clin­ing

She whis­pered in his ear:

I’m go­ing home to glo­ry

A gold­en crown to wear;

O meet me

meet me

Meet me ov­er there!

The an­gels came and took her

The an­gels God had sent;

They bore her up to Heav­en

She whis­pered as she went:

The fa­ther was no Christ­ian

His sins were un­for­giv’n;

He could not

as she begged him

Re­join her up in Heav’n.

He gave his heart to Je­sus

Who took its stains a­way

And now in Christ be­liev­ing

The fa­ther

too

can say:

That voice is still ap­peal­ing

O meet me ov­er there!

To us it is a sum­mons

For Heav­en to pre­pare.

Soon we shall pass life’s por­tals

Soon we shall fade and die;

In our de­part­ing mo­ments

May we ex­ult­ant cry:

That voice is still ap­peal­ing

O meet me ov­er there!

To us it is a sum­mons

For Heav­en to pre­pare.

Soon we shall pass life’s por­tals

Soon we shall fade and die;

In our de­part­ing mo­ments

May we ex­ult­ant cry: