Tenting By The Shore


Tenting by the shore of the great, deep sea,
Waiting on the wave-worn strand,
Tender are the voices calling unto me,
Voices from the silent land.

Refrain:
They are not dead, they are not dead,
They have only passed the cold, dark river;
We shall meet them once again,
Yes, we’ll meet them once again,
With Jesus, in our home forever.

Happy now with Jesus, they want no more,
Knowing neither pain nor care;
Still they seem to linger, waiting on the shore,
Pointing to the glory there. [Refrain]

Tenting by the shore of the great, deep sea,
Resting in the Lord, I wait;
Still the loving voices sweetly call to me,
Floating from the golden gate. [Refrain]