1. Here I stand beside death’s chilly waters
waiting for my final call
Standing by the river looking beyond
Gazing toward the land of fadeless beauty
where no surges rise and fall.
Standing by the river looking beyond.
Chorus
Standing by the river looking beyond,
Standing by the river waiting for the boatman,
Listening to the music on the other shore;
I can hear the angels singing out a welcome
With my friends and loved ones who have gone before.
2 Music from the land of endless glory
falls upon my listening ear,
Standing by tthe river looking beyond:
Faces of my friends I often vision,
forms of loved ones oft appear,
Standing by the river looking beyond.
3 Shadoes of the night are swiftly falling,
lo I hear the boatman’s oar,
Standing by the river looking beyond;
Many are the voices sweetly calling.
I must tarry here no more.
Standing by the river looking beyond.
