Breaking through the clouds that ga­ther,
O’er the Chris­tian’s na­tal skies,
Distant beams, like floods of glo­ry,
Fill the soul with glad sur­prise;
And we al­most hear the ec­ho
Of the pure and ho­ly throng,
In the bright, the bright for­ev­er,
In the sum­mer land of song.

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On the banks be­yond the ri­ver
We shall meet, no more to sev­er;
In the bright, the bright for­ev­er,
In the sum­mer land of song.

Yet a lit­tle while we lin­ger,
Ere we reach our jour­ney’s end;
Yet a lit­tle while of la­bor,
Ere the ev­en­ing shades des­cend;
Then we’ll lay us down to slum­ber,
But the night will soon be o’er;
In the bright, the bright for­ev­er,
We shall wake, to weep no more.

Refrain

O the bliss of life eter­nal!
O the long un­brok­en rest!
In the gold­en fields of plea­sure,
In the re­gion of the blest;
But, to see our dear Re­deem­er,
And before His throne to fall,
There to bear His gra­cious wel­come,
Will be sweet­er far than all.

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