Oh, let us sing of Heaven, The bright home of the blest; “Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest.” It is just across the river, Over on the other shore; May we each one gain an entrance, When the dream of life is o’er. Oh, let us sing of Jesus, Who guides us day by day, Who comforts us in trouble, And wipes our tears away. He’s prepared a mansion for us, Over on the other shore; May we each one gain an entrance, When the dream of life is o’er. Oh, let us sing of loved ones, Long since passèd away, From earth and earthly trials, To Heav’n’s eternal day. They are just across the river, Over on the other shore; And they’ll all be there to greet us When the dream of life is o’er.