I
DEATH BEGAN TO FORM A LINE TO CROSS THE RIVER.
WHEN ABEL DIED FROM HIS OWN BROTHER'S HAND;
NOW THE STREAM OF MORTAL SOULS
HAVE SWELLED OLD JORDAN,
PASSING ON THERE IN JUDGMENT TO STAND.
CHORUS
IN THAT GREAT BEYOND OVER IN THE LAND OF EDEN
I'LL MEET MY FRIENDS WHO LEFT THIS WORLD SO LONG AGO;
WHAT A HALLELUJAH MORNING WHEN WE GATHER OVER THEIR.
WE WILL PRAISE OUR BLESSED LORD FOREVER MORE.
II
I HAVE STOOD BY A FRIEND WHILE THEY WERE DYING.
THE HAND OF DEATH WOULD LEAVE THEIR FORM COLD AND STILL.
OFT I WONDERED WHAT THEY SAW WHILE THEY WERE CROSSING.
WHO THEY MET AT THE TOP OF THE HILL.
III
I'M SO GLAD THAT A WAY WAS MADE AT CALVARY
WHEN JESUS DIED WAS LAID TO REST IN THE TOMB;
IN THE GRAVE HE SLEPT A WHILE THEN OVER POWERED IT.
PRAISE HIS NAME THAT HE LIVES EVER MORE.