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OVER YONDER

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Feb 23, 1869

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 33, No. 9.

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OVER YONDER

Oh! to be over yonder In that land of wonder, Where the angel voices mingle, and the angel harpers sing! To be free from pain and sorrow, And the anxious, drear to-morrow, And to rest in light and sunshine in the presence of the King!
Oh! to be over yonder! My yearning heart grows fonder Of looking to the east, to see the day-star bring Some tidings of the waking, The cloudless, pure day-breaking; My heart is yearning—yearning for the coming of the King.
Oh! to be over yonder! Alas! I sigh and ponder. Why clings my poor, weak heart to any earthly thing? Each tie of earth must sever, And pass away forever; But there's no more separation in the presence of the King.
Oh! to be over yonder! The longing groweth stronger, When I see the wild dove cleave the air on rapid wing; I long for their fleet pinions To reach my Lord's dominions, And rest my weary soul in the presence of the King.
Oh! to be over yonder, In that land of wonder, Where light and life and sunshine beam fair on everything! Where the day-beam is unshaded, And pure as He who made it— The land of cloudless sunshine, where Jesus is the King.
Oh! when shall I be dwelling Where the angel voices swelling In triumphant hallelujahs, make the vaulted heavens ring? Where the pearly gates are gleaming, And the morning star is beaming; Oh! when shall I be yonder, in the presence of the King?