From the beauty of the hills,
And the sunlight falls in gladness
On the river and the rills,
We recall our Father's promise
In the rainbow of the spray :
We shall know each other better
When the mists have rolled away.
We shall know ... as we are known, . . .
Nevermore ... to walk alone, . . .
In the dawning of the morning
Of that bright and happy day :
We shall know each other better,
When the mists have rolled away !
2 Oft we tread the path before us
With a weary, burdened heart ;
Oft we toil amid the shadows,
And our fields are far apart :
But the Saviour's Come, ye blessed 1
All our labour will repay,
When we gather in the morning
Where the mists have rolled away.
3 We shall come with joy and gladness,
We shall gather round the throne :
Face to face with those that love us,
We shall know as we are known :
And the song of our redemption
Shall resound through endless day,
When the shadows have departed,
And the mists have rolled away.