I have almost gained the other shore
And my spirit soon will sing,
Its darkness past, its storms all o'er,
In the palace of the King;
Where the loved and lost will welcome me,
Who entered the valley drear,
Long years ago, with the Christian guide,
And found no river here.
And my spirit soon will sing,
Its darkness past, its storms all o'er,
In the palace of the King;
Where the loved and lost will welcome me,
Who entered the valley drear,
Long years ago, with the Christian guide,
And found no river here.
Roll on again dark river of death,
For the angel choir I hear.
Ah, many will cross with faltering breath,
In terror and darkness and fear;
But the Christian's strong Guide whispereth:
"There is no river here."
For the angel choir I hear.
Ah, many will cross with faltering breath,
In terror and darkness and fear;
But the Christian's strong Guide whispereth:
"There is no river here."
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