Over There (Watson)

I have heard of a place ov­er there

Where Je­sus my Sav­ior doth reign;

There will be no more death ov­er there

Neither sigh­ing

nor sor­row

nor pain.

O I have a home ov­er there (ov­er there)

Where Je­sus my Sav­ior doth reign;

’Tis a beau­ti­ful place ov­er there

Over there

ov­er there.

I have friends that have gone ov­er there

And I hope to re­join them again;

How de­light­ful to meet ov­er there

And with loved ones for­ev­er re­main.

There are an­gels that sing ov­er there—

How plea­sant their sing­ing must be;

There are crowns for the faith­ful to wear

And I trust there’s a bright one for me.

There are man­sions for all ov­er there

For the poor and the home­less be­low;

There is room for the world ov­er there

And my Sav­ior in­vites all to go.