1 Sadly we sing, and with tremulous breath,
As we stand by the mystical stream,
In the valley and by the dark river of death,
And yet ’tis no more than a dream.
Chorus:
Only a dream, only a dream,
Of glory beyond the dark stream,
How peaceful the slumber,
How happy the waking,
For death is only a dream.
2 Why should we weep when the weary ones rest,
In the bosom of Jesus supreme,
In the mansions of glory prepared for the blest?
For death is no more than a dream. [Chorus]
3 Naught in the river the saints should appall,
Tho’ it frightfully dismal may seem,
In the arms of their Saviour no ill can befall,
They find it no more than a dream. [Chorus]
4 Over the turbid and onrushing tide,
Doth the light of eternity gleam;
And the ransomed the darkness and storm shall outride,
To wake with glad smiles from their dream. [Chorus]
Source: Christian Hymns: for every purpose in worship #20