Over There (Ferguson)

In a man­ger far away

Once the Prince of Glo­ry lay

But the kings of earth would not

The Sav­ior greet;

But the wise men from afar

Brought Him frank­in­cense and myrrh

And the shep­herds came

And wor­shiped at His feet.

Over there

ov­er there

In that land so bright and fair

He will tell us all about it ov­er there;

On that hap­py

gold­en strand

We’ll take Je­sus by His hand

And He’ll tell us all about it ov­er there.

In the tem­ple

we are told

He was found when twelve years old

And the people at His know­ledge

Were sur­prised;

His ex­amples then should be

Followed now by you and me

Tell the lost that He

Will heed their ear­nest cries.

And when He be­came a man

Then ac­cord­ing to God’s plan

Was bap­tized by John in Jordan

And be­hold:

Heavens op­ened from ab­ove

And God’s Spir­it

like a dove

Came down

and His Fa­ther’s

Voice was heard

we’re told.

By the Spir­it He was led

To the wil­derness

’tis said

To be tempt­ed

but He ov­er­came with pow­er

And to Naz’reth then He came

And the Gos­pel did pro­claim

Many peo­ple turned against

Him from that hour.

And at last those wick­ed men

Full of en­vy and of sin

Nailed our bless­èd Sav­ior to the cru­el tree;

But tri­umph­ant from the grave

He arose with pow­er to save

And from sin He wants

To set the cap­tive free.