There, Ever There

There

ev­er there

in that beau­ti­ful land

Close by the throne of the Sav­ior they stand;

Loved ones who left us to cross the dark flood

Now safe at home in that bliss­ful ab­ode.

All

all are there

we shall meet them again;

All

all are there

We shall meet them and greet them again.

Friends and com­pan­ions were tak­en away

Kind hands have laid them be­neath the cold clay;

But we shall meet them on fair Ed­en’s plain

Yes

we shall met them and greet them again.

They who so faith­ful­ly taught us to pray

Passed from our homes and our fire­sides away;

Dying

they told us to meet them again

Yonder where com­eth no sick­ness and pain.