Text:This life's a dream, an empty show

96. This life's a dream, an empty show

1 This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and sincere;
When shall I wake and find me there?

2 O glorious hour! O blest abode!
I shall be near and like my God,
And flesh and sense no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.

3 My flesh shall slumber in the ground
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.

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First Line: This life's a dream, an empty show
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1871
Topic: Easter Even
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