The Other Side (Cuthbert)

We dwell this side of Jor­dan’s stream

Yet oft there comes a shin­ing beam

A cross from yon­der shore

A cross from yon­der shore

While vi­sions of a ho­ly throng

And sound of harp and ser­aph song

Seem gent­ly waft­ed o’er

Seem gent­ly waft­ed o’er.

O Zi­on! ci­ty fair! O Zi­on! ci­ty fair!

The oth­er side

the oth­er side

When shall we meet our loved ones there?

The oth­er side! ah

there’s the place

Where saints in joy past times re­trace

And think of tri­als gone

And think of tri­als gone.

The veil with­drawn

they clear­ly see

That all on earth had need to be

To bring them safe­ly home

To bring them safe­ly home.

The oth­er side! oh

charm­ing sight!

Upon its banks

ar­rayed in white

For me a loved One waits

For me a loved One waits.

And o’er the stream He calls to me

Fear not—I am thy guide to be

Up to the pear­ly gates

Up to the pear­ly gates.

The oth­er side! the oth­er side!

Who would not brave the swell­ing tide

Of earth­ly toil and care

Of earth­ly toil and care

To wake one day

when life is past

Over the stream

at home at last

With all the blest ones there?

With all the blest ones there?