The Home Over There

O think of the home ov­er there

By the side of the riv­er of light

Where the saints

all im­mor­tal and fair

Are robed in their gar­ments of light.

Over there

ov­er there

O think of the home ov­er there

Over there

ov­er there

O think of the home ov­er there.

O think of the friends ov­er there

Who be­fore us the jour­ney have trod

Of the songs that they breathe on the air

In their home in the pal­ace of God.

Over there

ov­er there

O think of the friends ov­er there

Over there

ov­er there

O think of the friends ov­er there.

My Sav­ior is now ov­er there

There my kind­red and friends are at rest

Then away from my sor­row and care

Let me fly to the land of the blest.

Over there

ov­er there

My Sav­ior is now ov­er there

Over there

ov­er there

My Sav­ior is now ov­er there.

I’ll soon be at home ov­er there

For the end of my jour­ney I see;

Many dear to my heart

ov­er there

Are watch­ing and wait­ing for me.

Over there

ov­er there

I’ll soon be at home ov­er there

Over there

ov­er there

I’ll soon be at home ov­er there.