Just beyond the River Jordan,
Just across its chilling tide,
There’s a land of life eternal,
Thro’ its vale sweet waters glide.
By the crystal river flowing
Grows the Tree of Life so fair;
Many loved ones wait our coming
In the Upper Garden there.
Growing in the Upper Garden,
“Flow’rs by earth too rudely pressed”,
In that land shall reach perfection
By the heav’nly Gard’ner dressed,
There the flowers bloom forever,
Death can find no entrance there;
There, is light and life eternal,
There, is joy beyond compare.
There, the buds from earth transplanted
For our coming watch and wait,
In the Upper Garden growing,
Just within the golden gate.
Tho’ our hearts may break with sorrow,
By the grief so hard to bear,
We shall meet them some glad morning
In the Upper Garden there.
We shall meet them some bright morning,
Resting by the waters fair,
They are waiting for our coming
In the Upper Garden there.