1 There are angels arrayed in white,
There, there, over, over there,
And their wings are bathed in light
There, over, over there.
I'm a pilgrim to that land,
To that blest happy land,
And I hope ere long
I may join that throng
In the happy glory-land.
There are angels arrayed in white,
There, there, over, over there,
And their wings are bathed in light
There, over, over there.

2 There are mansions prepared above,
There, there, over, over there,
In the land of peace and love,
There, over, over there.
There's a mansion there for me,
Over death's raging sea,
And I fondly hope
Soon its gates will ope,
And its glory I shall see.
There are mansions prepared above,
There, there, over, over there,
In the land of peace and love,
There, over, over there.

3 Jesus sits on the great White Throne,
There, there, over, over there,
And he claims me as his own,
There, over, over there.
He sustains me by his grace
In my brief, earthly race,
And I soon shall rest
On his loving breast,
And shall see him face to face.
Jesus sits on the great White Throne,
There, there, over, over there,
And he claims me as his own,
There, over, over there.