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BEYOND THE RIVER.
Just beyond the brimming river,
Just beyond the flowing tide,
I have thoughts within me ever,
Of rare scenes on yonder side.
Just beyond the flowing tide,
I have thoughts within me ever,
Of rare scenes on yonder side.
Days and months and years are fleeting;
Still that stream is passing on;
Pilgrims, saints, and angels greeting,
Those who just have past beyond.
Still that stream is passing on;
Pilgrims, saints, and angels greeting,
Those who just have past beyond.
We are journeying to that river;
Some have reached the flowing tide;
Some have crossed to 'turn no never;
From the scenes on yonder side.
Some have reached the flowing tide;
Some have crossed to 'turn no never;
From the scenes on yonder side.
Some have scarce begun their journey;
Some have trudged it faint and slow;
Some have reached the topmost mountain,
Looking on the vale below,
Some have trudged it faint and slow;
Some have reached the topmost mountain,
Looking on the vale below,
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They can see the brimming river;
How divide her banks between,
Where the parting friends doth sever,
Ford the tide to realms unseen.
How divide her banks between,
Where the parting friends doth sever,
Ford the tide to realms unseen.
I have dearest friends who've left me,
And have crossed that whelming flood;
Left their all, their earthly duty,
And have gone to meet their God,
And have crossed that whelming flood;
Left their all, their earthly duty,
And have gone to meet their God,
Where 'tis said, the sun shines ever;
And the trees forever green;
Where there's grief and parting never,
Oh! that Beulah land unseen.
And the trees forever green;
Where there's grief and parting never,
Oh! that Beulah land unseen.
When I've trod life's dreary highway,
Footsore, weary, lame and slow,
When I've climbed the mountain's summit,
When I've reached the vale below,
Footsore, weary, lame and slow,
When I've climbed the mountain's summit,
When I've reached the vale below,
May I cross that brimming river,
Fearless of its mighty flood;
Leave my earthly cares forever,
Cross with Joy to meet my God.
Fearless of its mighty flood;
Leave my earthly cares forever,
Cross with Joy to meet my God.
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