Over the River by Brewington

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Mar 14, 1865

Over the River.

By Brewington

THERE's a radiant clime and a cloudless sky, Where the sunlight beameth ever; And the towering walls of its palace high, Are bright with the beams of a gorgeous dye, In the Christian's home o'er the river.

There are flowers that bloom in that vernal clime, With a radiance living ever; For death may not pass o'er the bounds of time, And eternal life is a gift divine, In the land that's over the river.

The crystal river of life runs there, From the throne of God its giver; On its flowery banks all brightly fair, The tree of life waves its leaves in air, In the clime far over the river.

There is music too, in that home of song, Where the loved ones ne'er may sever; For with golden harps, the angelic throng Shall with earth's redeemed the strains prolong, Far over the rolling river.

Earth's hopes have vanished, its joys have fled, Golden arrows from out life's quiver, We have buried our treasures in earth's lone bed, Yet the land and the ocean shall yield up their dead, And we'll all meet again o'er the river.

Oh! the joy of that meeting no tongue may tell, For we'll part no more forever, Where the songs of triumph shall ever swell, And the sons of light shall forever dwell In Heaven, far over the river.—Brewington.