Classic Poem

There's a city bright and fair,
Just beyond, beyond the river;
All are good and happy there,
Just beyond, beyond the river;
Streets of gold are shining bright,
Angels walk the plains of light,
And there never cometh night
Just beyond, beyond the river.
Sin and sorrow are no more,
Just beyond, beyond the river;
Death comes not upon the shore,
Just beyond, beyond the river;
None are sad with want or care,
Pain or sickness none shall bear,
All are happy " over there, "
Just beyond, beyond the river.
There we shall with Jesus meet,
Just beyond, beyond the river;
And the good in glory greet,
Just beyond, beyond the river;
Lives whose tale no tongue has told,
Men of God and saints of old,
Martyrs with their crowns of gold,
Just beyond, beyond the river.
In that city bright and fair,
Just beyond, beyond the river;
All at last may gather there,
Just beyond, beyond the river;
We may meet to part no more, —
All our troubles will be o'er,
When we reach that " shining shore, "
Just beyond, beyond the river

Just beyond ... the river,
Just beyond ... the river
Just beyond just beyond.