Sacred Songs and Solos Lyrics
Hymn No.942
First Line: Oh, think of the Home over there,
Oh, 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 white. . . .
Over there, . . . over there ; . . .
Oh, think of the Home over there ! . . .
Over there, . . . over there, over there ;
Oh, think of the Home over there !
2 Oh, 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 ; . . .
Oh, think of the friends over ther e! . . .
3 My Saviour 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 Saviour is now over there ! . . .
4 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 ! . . .