Meet Me Over There

1 A lit­tle child was dy­ing,
And called her fa­ther near;
And, on His arm re­clin­ing,
She whis­pered in his ear:

Refrain:
"I’m go­ing home to glo­ry,
A gold­en crown to wear;
O meet me, meet me,
Meet me ov­er there!"

2 The an­gels came and took her,
The an­gels God had sent;
They bore her up to Heav­en,
She whis­pered as she went: [Refrain]

3 The fa­ther was no Christ­ian,
His sins were un­for­giv’n;
He could not, as she begged him,
Re­join her up in Heav’n. [Refrain]

4 He gave his heart to Je­sus,
Who took its stains a­way,
And now in Christ be­liev­ing,
The fa­ther, too, can say: [Refrain]

5 That voice is still ap­peal­ing,
"O meet me ov­er there!"
To us it is a sum­mons
For Heav­en to pre­pare. [Refrain]

6 Soon we shall pass life’s por­tals,
Soon we shall fade and die;
In our de­part­ing mo­ments
May we ex­ult­ant cry: [Refrain]


Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16477

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #16477