Death is Only a Dream

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, Where death is only a dream

Why should we weep when the weary ones rest, In the bosom of Jesus supreme
In the mansions of glory prepared for the blessed, For death is no more than a dream

Naught in the river the Saints should appall, Though' it frightfully dismal may seem
In the arms of our Savior no ill can befall, They find it no more than a dream

Over the turbid and onrushing tide, Doth the light of eternity gleam
And the ransomed the darkness and storm shall out ride, To wake with glad smiles from their dream