There’s a dream that I dream, of my Sav­ior divine,
And I know that my dream will come true;
At the morn, in the night, comes the v­ision of light,
With a pro­mise eter­nal­ly new.

Refrain

O this won­der­ful dream is a sec­ret of grace,
And I would that this sec­ret you knew;
For I dream that at last I shall look on His face,
And I know that my dream will come true.

There is sweet com­pen­sa­tion for heart­ache and loss
In the hope that is giv­en to me;
I shall quick­ly forg­et how the road was be­set,
When the King in His beau­ty I see.

Refrain

It will still be my stay when the fa­shions of earth
In the mist are dis­solv­ing away;
For the pas­sage of death will be on­ly a breath—
But a breath, and my dream will come true.

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