Sadly we sing and with tremulous breath
As we stand by the mystical stream
In the valley of darkness we quiver from death
But death is no more than a dream
Only a dream, only a dream
Of glory beyond the dark stream
How peaceful the slumber, how happy the waking
Where death is only a dream
Why should we weep when the weary ones rest
In the bosom of Jesus Supreme
In the mansions of glory prepared for the blessed
For death is no more than a dream
Only a dream, only a dream
Of glory beyond the dark stream
How peaceful the slumber, how happy the waking
Where death is only a dream
As we stand by the mystical stream
In the valley of darkness we quiver from death
But death is no more than a dream
Only a dream, only a dream
Of glory beyond the dark stream
How peaceful the slumber, how happy the waking
Where death is only a dream
Why should we weep when the weary ones rest
In the bosom of Jesus Supreme
In the mansions of glory prepared for the blessed
For death is no more than a dream
Only a dream, only a dream
Of glory beyond the dark stream
How peaceful the slumber, how happy the waking
Where death is only a dream