There is a river we must cross over
when life's sun goes to sleep in the West.
There'll be a light for me at the crossing
guiding me to the home of sweet rest.
There'll be a light for me at the river
guiding my soul across the dark foam.
Down through the valley past the dark shadows
Jesus the light will carry me home.
When I shall reach the banks of the river
where the chilled waters murmur their song
nothing can harm me, nothing can alarm me
while I am sailing across to my home.