Alas! they have left me all alone

By the receding tide;

But oh! the countless multitudes

Upon the other side!

The loved, the lost, the cherished ones,

Who dwelt with us awhile,

To scatter sunbeams on our path,

And make the desert smile.

The other side! how fair it is!

Its loveliness untold,

Its “every several gate a pearl,”

Its streets are paved with gold.

Its sun shall never more go down,

For there is no night there!

And oh! what heavenly melodies

Are floating through the air!

How sweet to join the ransomed ones

On the other side the flood,

And sing a song of praise to Him

Who washed us in His blood.

Ten thousand times ten thousand

Are hymning the new song!

O Father, join Thy weary child

To that triumphant throng!

But oh! I would be patient,

“My times are in Thy hand,”

“And glory, glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.”