There is a river we must pass over,
When life's sun goes to sleep in the west;
There'll be a light for me at the crossing,
Guiding me to my home of sweet rest.

Soon I shall reach the brink of the river,
Where the chill waters murmur their song;
Nothing can harm me, nothing alarm me,
While I am sailing 'cross to my home.

Down by the river soon I'll be standing,
Bidding farewell to friends on the shore;
Sailing with Jesus on to that land where
He is the Light that shines evermore.

There'll be a light for me at the river,
Guiding my soul across the dark foam;
Down thru the valley, past the dark shadow,
Jesus, my Light, will carry me home.