Here we are but straying pilgrims
here are path is often dim
but to cheer us on our journey
still we sing this wayside hymn

Yonder over the rolling river
where the shining mansions rise
soon will be our home forever
and the smile of the blessed giver
gladens all our longing eyes.

Here our feet are often weary
on the hills that throng our way
here the tempest darkly gathers
but our hearts within us say

Yonder over the rolling river
where the shining mansions rise
soon will be our home forever
and the smile of the blessed giver
gladens all our longing eyes.

Here our souls are often fearful
on the pilgrims lurking foe
but the Lord is our defender
and He tells us we may know

Yonder over the rolling river
where the shining mansions rise
soon will be our home forever
and the smile of the blessed giver
gladens all our longing eyes.