Crabapple Blossoms with O think of the home over there and O Jesus, I have promised

O think of the home over there,
By the side of the river of light,
Where the saints, all immortal and fair,
Are robed in their garments of white,
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Over there, over there,
O think of the home over there,
Over there, over there, over there,
O think of the home over there.

O think of the friends over there,
Who before us the journey have trod,
Of the songs that they breathe on the air,
In their home in the palace of God.
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Over there, over there,
O think of the friends over there,
Over there, over there, over there,
O think of the friends over there.

My Savior is now over there,
There my kindreds and friends are at rest;
Then away from my sorrow and care,
Let me fly to the land of the blest.
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Over there, over there,
My Savior is now over there,
Over there, over there, over there,
My Savior is now over there.

I’ll soon be at home over there,
For the end of my journey I see;
Many dear to my heart, over there,
Are watching and waiting for me.
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Over there, over there,
I’ll soon be at home over there,
Over there, over there, over there,
I’ll soon be at home over there.

D. W. C. Huntington


O Jesus, I have promised
  To serve Thee to the end;
Be Thou for ever near me,
  My Master and my Friend:
I shall not fear the battle
  If Thou art by my side,
Nor wander from the pathway
  If Thou wilt be my Guide.

O let me feel Thee near me,
  The world is ever near;
I see the sights that dazzle,
  The tempting sounds I hear:
My foes are ever near me,
  Around me and within;
But, Jesus, draw Thou nearer,
  And shield my soul from sin.

O Jesus, Thou hast promised
  To all who follow Thee
That where Thou art in glory
  There shall Thy servant be;
And, Jesus, I have promised
  To serve Thee to the end;
O give me grace to follow
  My Master and my Friend.

Rev. John E. Bode