Waiting by the River (Griffin)

We are wait­ing by the riv­er

We are wait­ing on the shore

Only wait­ing for the boat­man

Soon he’ll come to bear us o’er.

We are wait­ing by the riv­er

We are wait­ing on the shore

Only wait­ing for the boat­man

Soon he’ll come to bear us o’er.

Though the mist hang o’er the river

And its bi­llows loud­ly roar

Yet we hear the song of an­gels

Wafted on the oth­er shore.

From the bright ce­les­ti­al ci­ty

We have caught such ra­di­ant gleams

Of its tow­ers like dazz­ling sun­light

With its sweet and peace­ful streams.

He has called for ma­ny a loved one

We have seen them leave our side

With our Sav­ior we shall meet them

When we

too

have crossed the tide.

When we’ve passed that vale of sha­dows

With its dark and chill­ing tide;

In that bright and glo­ri­ous ci­ty

We shall ev­er­more abide.