Over the river they call me,

Over the river they call me,
Friends that are dear to my heart ;
Soon shall I meet them in glory,
Never, no, never to part.

Over the river to Eden,
Home to the mansions so fair
Angels will carry me safely,
Jesus will welcome me there.

2 Over the river they call me ;
Hark ! 'tis their voices I hear
Borne on the wings of the twilight,
Murmuring softly and clear.

3 Over the river they call me,
There, is no sorrow nor night ;
There they are walking with Jesus,
Clothed in their garments of white.

4 Over the river they call me, [eyes;
Watching with bright, beaming
Over the river I'm coming,
Gladly my spirit replies.