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. 5 We shall meet, we shall sing, we shall reign, In the land where the saved never die; We shall rest, free from sorrow and pain, Safe at home in the sweet by and by. S.F. Bennett. 519 Rest for the Weary. 8s & 7s. _Sweet Fields of Eden._ (1148) In the Christian's home in glory, There remains a land of rest; There my Savior's gone before me To fulfill my soul's request. Cho.--There is rest for the weary, There is rest for the weary, There is rest for the weary, There is rest for you. On the other side of Jordan, In the sweet fields of Eden, Where the tree of life is blooming, There is rest for you. 2 He is fitting up my mansion, Which eternally shall stand. For my stay shall not be transient, In that holy, happy land.