2 Oh, when, thou city of my God,
  Shall I thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne’er break up,
  And Sabbaths have no end? 
There happier bowers than Eden’s bloom,
  Nor sin nor sorrow know: 
Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes
  I onward press to you.

3 Why should I shrink at pain and woe? 
  Or feel at death dismay? 
I’ve Canaan’s goodly land in view,
  And realms of endless day. 
Jerusalem! my glorious home! 
  My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,
  When I thy joys shall see.

     Francis Baker (?), 1801.

517 Over There.  P.M.

The Home Over There. (1141)

Oh, think of the home over there,
  By the side of the river of light,
Where the saints all immortal and fair,
  Are robed in their garments of white.

Ref.—­Over there, over there,
      Oh, think of the home over there;
      Over there, over there, over there,
      Oh, think of the home over there.

2 Oh, think of the friends over there,
  Who before us the journey have trod,
Of the songs that they breathe on the air. 
  In their home in the palace of God.

Ref.—­Over there, over there,
      Oh, think of the friends over there;
      Over there, over there, over there,
      Oh, think of the friends over there.

3 My Savior is now over there,
  There my kindred and friends are at rest;
Then away from my sorrow and care,
  Let me fly to the land of the blest.

Ref.—­Over there, over there,
      My Savior is now over there;
      Over there, over there, over there,
      My Savior is now over there.

4 I’ll soon be at home over there,
  For the end of my journey I see;
Many dear to my heart, over there,
  Are watching and waiting for me.

Ref.—­Over there, over there,
      I’ll soon be at home over there;
      Over there, over there, over there,
      I’ll soon be at home over there.

     Rev. D.W.C.  Huntington.

518 Sweet By and By.  P.M.

The Other Side. (1150)

There’s a land that is fairer than day
  And by faith we can see it afar;
For the Father waits over the way,
  To prepare us a dwelling-place there.

Cho.—­In the sweet by and by,
      We shall meet on that beautiful shore;
      In the sweet by and by,
      We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

2 We shall sing on that beautiful shore
  The melodious songs of the blest,
And our spirits shall sorrow no more,
  Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.

3 To our bountiful Father above
  We will offer the tribute of praise,
For the glorious gift of his love. 
  And the blessings that hallow our days.

4 We shall rest on that beautiful shore,
  In the joys of the saved we shall share;
All our pilgrimage toil will be o’er,
  And the conqueror’s crown we shall wear.