Over There (Wells)

In that beau­ti­ful home ov­er there

By the side of the Riv­er of Life

Where the ama­ranth blooms ev­er fair

Is no sor­row

nor sig­hing

or strife.

Where the ama­ranth blooms ev­er fair

Ever fair

Is no sor­row

nor sigh­ing

nor strife.

’Tis a beau­ti­ful place ov­er there

Over there

Over there

ov­er there.

The now glo­ri­fied saints ov­er there

They once suf­fered and toiled here be­low;

Now ex­alt­ed

Christ’s tri­umph they share

Sin

nor ang­uish

nor death ev­er know.

They have gone to their home ov­er there

Where the city is glo­ri­ous and bright

And the crowns of the vic­tor they wear

And our God and the Lamb are the light.