We dwell this side of Jor­dan’s stream,
Yet oft there comes a shin­ing beam,
A cross from yon­der shore,
A cross from yon­der shore,
While vi­sions of a ho­ly throng,
And sound of harp and ser­aph song
Seem gent­ly waft­ed o’er,
Seem gent­ly waft­ed o’er.

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O Zio­n! ci­ty fair! O Zi­on! ci­ty fair!
The oth­er side, the oth­er side,
When shall we meet our loved ones there?

The oth­er side! ah, there’s the place
Where saints in joy past times re­trace,
And think of tri­als gone,
And think of tri­als gone.
The veil with­drawn, they clear­ly see
That all on earth had need to be,
To bring them safe­ly home,
To bring them safe­ly home.

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The oth­er side! oh, charm­ing sight!
Upon its banks, ar­rayed in white,
For me a loved One waits,
For me a loved One waits.
And o’er the stream He calls to me,
Fear not—I am thy guide to be
Up to the pear­ly gates,
Up to the pear­ly gates.

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The oth­er side! the oth­er side!
Who would not brave the swell­ing tide,
Of earth­ly toil and care,
Of earth­ly toil and care,
To wake one day, when life is past,
Over the stream, at home at last,
With all the blest ones there?
With all the blest ones there?

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