Over the Bright, Crystal River

Over the riv­er

The bright

crys­tal riv­er

They wait us

the friends

We have loved that are gone;

The light of whose smiles

Shall be with us for­ev­er

The clasp of whose hands shall

Be nev­er with­drawn.

Over the riv­er

Over the riv­er

Over the riv­er

They beck­on us home.

Over the river

The bright

crys­tal riv­er

The day­spring of love

And ex­ist­ence di­vine;

Illumines the eye

As the rays of the morn­ing

Whose flash­es of glo­ry

Will nev­er de­cline.

Over the riv­er

The bright

crys­tal riv­er

They beck­on to us

From the op­po­site shore.

The saints who were cleansed by

The blood of our Sav­ior

They whis­per

Come hi­ther

And sor­row no more.