Tenting By the Shore

Verse 1

Tenting by the shore of the great, deep sea, Waiting on the wave-worn strand, Tender are the voices calling unto me, Voices from the silent land.

Chorus

They are not dead, they are not dead, They have only passed the cold, dark river; We shall meet them once again, Yes, we’ll meet them once again, With Jesus, in our home forever.

Verse 2

Happy now with Jesus, they want no more, Knowing neither pain nor care; Still they seem to linger, waiting on the shore, Pointing to the glory there.

Verse 3

Tenting by the shore of the great, deep sea, Resting in the Lord, I wait; Still the loving voices sweetly call to me, Floating from the golden gate.