1. Breaking thro' 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.
Chorus:
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.
2. Yet a little while we linger
Ere we reach our journey's end;
Yet a little while of labor,
Ere the ev'ning 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. [Chorus]
3. 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 hear his gracious welcome,
Will be sweeter far than all. [Chorus]
Source: Christ in Song: for all religious services nearly one thousand best gospel hymns, new and old with responsive scripture readings (Rev. and Enl.) #873
First Line: | Breaking through the clouds that gather |
Title: | The Bright Forever |
Author: | Fanny Crosby |
Language: | English |
Refrain First Line: | On the banks beyond the river |
Copyright: | Public Domain |