Were Told Of A River


We’re told of a river, a dark rolling tide,
Its waves dashing high, the stream deep and wide,
Which all must cross over when life’s work is done,
As down to its borders we come one by one.

Refrain:
I am floating in light to the pearly gates near,
And, glory to God! no river is here;
I am floating in light to the pearly gates near,
And, glory to God! no river is here.

No river is here! Are my eyes growing dim?
No, clear is my vision; I’m trusting in Him
Whose glory so crowneth the close of life’s day
That the dark rolling tide has all passed away. [Refrain]

More distant has seemed my heavenly home
When told of the “river” to which we must come,
The dark, chilly waves we must cross safely o’er
Ere joining the loved ones who’ve gone on before. [Refrain]

Earth borders on heaven; there is no dark tide
To those who in Jesus most fully confide;
Transported by angels, in rapture divine,
With shouts of salvation we pass o’er the line. [Refrain]