Oh, let us sing of Heav­en,
The bright home of the blest;
“Where the wick­ed cease from troub­ling,
And the wea­ry are at rest.”
It is just across the riv­er,
Over on the oth­er shore;
May we each one gain an en­trance,
When the dream of life is o’er.

Oh, let us sing of Je­sus,
Who guides us day by day,
Who com­forts us in trouble,
And wipes our tears away.
He’s pre­pared a man­sion for us,
Over on the oth­er shore;
May we each one gain an e­ntrance,
When the dream of life is o’er.

Oh, let us sing of loved ones,
Long since pass­èd away,
From earth and earth­ly trials,
To Heav’n’s eter­nal day.
They are just across the riv­er,
Over on the oth­er shore;
And they’ll all be there to greet us
When the dream of life is o’er.