There is a river we must cross over, When life's sun goes to sleep in the west; There'll be a light for me at the crossing, Guiding me to that home of sweet rest. Chorus There'll be a Light for me at the river, Guiding my boat across the dark foam. Down thru the valley, past the dark shadows, Jesus, my Light, will guide me safe home. When I reach the banks of the river, Where the chilly waters murmur their song; Nothing to harm me, nothing alarms me, While I am sailing to my new home. Down by the river soon I'll be standing, Bidding farewell to friends left below. Sailing with Jesus, I know that He will Be the Light at the river for me.