Row Me Over the Tide

Two lit­tle child­ren were stroll­ing one day

Down by a clear riv­er side;

One came up to a boatman and said

Row me ov­er the tide.

Row me ov­er the tide

Row me ov­er the tide

Loved ones are wait­ing for me on the strand

Row me ov­er the tide.

We are so poor

and so hun­gry and cold

We have no place to abide;

Papa and Ma­ma and Nel­lie are gone;

Row us ov­er the tide.

Dear Ma­ma told lit­tle Char­lie one day

Jesus would care for her child;

But we are tired of wait­ing so long

Row us ov­er the tide.

Two lit­tle faces no more we shall see

Sweetly they sleep side by side;

Jesus

so full of com­pas­sion and love

Rowed them ov­er the tide.