Just over the riv­er, just over the riv­er,
I’m told is the ci­ty of God;
Its gates are of pearl, and its streets are of gold,
And by glo­ri­fied be­ings they’re trod.
And Je­sus, my Sav­ior, has gone to that ci­ty,
A place for His own to pre­pare;
In the house of the Fa­ther the man­sions are ma­ny,
And one is await­ing me there.

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Just ov­er the riv­er,
That beau­ti­ful ci­ty I see;
Just ov­er the riv­er,
A place in that ci­ty for me.

Just over the riv­er, just ov­er the riv­er,
The ci­ty that know­eth no night;
It need­eth no sun, nei­ther need­eth the moon,
For the glo­ry of God is its light.
In that ci­ty are loved ones await­ing my com­ing,
Expectant they stand on the shore;
O when shall I en­ter my man­sion in Heav­en,
A pil­grim to roam nev­er­more?

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