Death is Only a Dream

By the Rev. H. B. Pender, Greenville, Texas

Mother, ’twas dark, but the light came at last
And flooded my soul with its gleam;
‘Tis true that this life is by clouds overcast,
But death is only a dream.

Only a dream, only a dream
Of glory beyond the dark streams;
How peaceful the slumber,
How happy the waking,
For death is only a dream.

Mother, I’ve oftentimes thought during life,
Of how I shall cross the dark stream;
But Jesus has given me gracious relief,
And death is only a dream.

Mother, I’ve seen through the veil clear across
To the banks of that beautiful stream
Where the saints are repaid for all earthly loss,
And death is only a dream.

Mother, tell father I’ve seen the bright host
That God gave his son to redeem;
I know he will faithfully stand at his post,
For death is only a dream.

Tell him that trusting will make it all right
When he comes to the much-dreaded stream,
For truly ’tis only the soul taking flight,
And death is only a dream.

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