Over Yonder

Verse 1:
Oh, to be over yonder!
In that land of wonder,
Where the angel-voices mingle,
And the angel-harpers ring;
To be free from pain and sorrow,
And the anxious, dread to-morrow.
To rest in light and sunshine
In the presence of the King,

Refrain:
Oh, to be over yonder!
In that land of wonder,
There to be forever
In the presence of the King.

Verse 2:
Oh, to be over yonder!
My yearning heart grows fonder
Of looking to the east,
To see the blessed day-star bring
Some tidings of the waking,
The cloudless, pure day breaking,
My heart is yearning, yearning
For the coming of the King.

Verse 3:
Oh, when shall I be dwelling
Where the angel-voices swelling,
In triumphant hallelujahs,
Make the vaulted heavens ring?
Where the pearly gates are gleaming,
And the morning star is beaming,
Oh, when shall I be yonder
In the presence of the King?

Verse 4:
Oh, to be over yonder!
Alas! I sigh and wonder,
Why clings my poor, weak, sinful heart
To any earthly thing,
Each tie of earth must sever,
And pass away forever,
But there’s no more separation
In the presence of the King.

Florence C. Armstrong/Geo. C. Stebbins

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