Oh, the blessed contemplation
when with trouble here I sigh,
I've a home beyond the river
that I'll enter by and by.
I've a home beyond the river,
I've a mansion bright and fair.
I've a home beyond the river,
I will dwell with Jesus there.
Oh how sweet t'will be to meet them,
all the ransomed hosts above;
Sweeter still to see my Savior,
praise him for redeeming love.
Tho the world is filled with sorrow,
and the teardrops often fall,
there will be but joy and gladness,
safe inside the jasper wall.
Tho the hills are rough and stony,
and the valleys dark and cold,
I must walk the path before me,
it will someday turn to gold.