| Oh to be over yonder,In that bright land of wonder,
 Where the angel voices mingle, and
 The angel harps do ring!
 To be free from care and sorrow,
 And the anxious dread tomorrow,
 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!
 Oh to be over yonder!My longing heart grows fonder
 Of looking to the far off east,
 To see the daystar bring
 Some tidings of th’awaking—
 Of the cloudless, pure day breaking,
 My heart is yearning—yearning for
 The coming of the King!
 Refrain Oh to be over yonder!Alas! I sigh and ponder—
 Why clings this poor, weak heart of mine
 To any earthly thing?
 For each earthly tie must sever,
 And pass away forever:
 There’s no more separation in
 The presence of the King!
 Refrain Oh, when shall I be dwellingWhere angel voices, swelling
 In triumphant hallelujahs, make
 The vaulted heavens ring—
 Where the pearly gates are gleaming,
 And the Morning Star is beaming?
 O when shall I be yonder in
 The presence of the King?
 Refrain Oh, when shall I be yonder?The longing groweth stronger
 To join in all the praises the
 Redeemèd ones do sing.
 Within those heavenly places,
 Where the angels veil their faces,
 In awe and adoration, in
 The presence of the King!
 Refrain Oh, I shall soon be yonder,And lonely as I wander,
 Yearning for the welcome summer—
 Longing for the bird’s fleet wing,
 The midnight may be dreary,
 And the heart be worn and weary,
 But there’s no more shadow yonder,
 In the presence of the King.
 Refrain |