When I Look Across

The river is deep and the river is wide,
I get a little chilly when I see that tide.
Long to be where the saints abide,
In peace and joy on the other side.

Chorus
One of these days I going to take a ride,
And look across the river from the other side.
Bathe my soul in the warmth of God's love,
Be singing and shoutin' with the saints above.
Never again going to cross that tide,
When I look across the river from the other side.
When I look across the river from the other side.

This side of the river life gets a little rough.
Sometimes I think I've had 'bout enough,
Want to launch out into that swell,
And set this weary old ship to sail.

When I cross that river and I'm home at last,
I'll step onto that sea of glass.
Meet all my friends over there waitn'
There'll be a lot of celebratin'.