1 Here we are but straying pilgrims,
Here, our path is often dim,
But to cheer us on our journey,
Still we sing this wayside hymn:

Chorus:
Yonder over the rolling river,
Where the shining mansions rise,
Soon will be our home forever,
And the smile of the blessed Giver,
Gladdens all our longing eyes.

2 Here, our feet are often weary,
On the hills that throng our way;
Here, the tempest darkly gathers,
But our hearts within us say--[Chorus]

3 Here, our souls are often fearful,
Of the pilgrim's lurking foe;
But the Lord is our defender,
And he tells us we may know, [Chorus]

4 Here our shadowed homes are transient,
And we meet the stranger's frown;
So we'll sing with joy while going,
E'en to death's dark billow down. [Chorus]