My Wonderful Dream

There’s a dream that I dream

of my Sav­ior divine

And I know that my dream will come true;

At the morn

in the night

comes the v­ision of light

With a pro­mise eter­nal­ly new.

O this won­der­ful dream is a sec­ret of grace

And I would that this sec­ret you knew;

For I dream that at last I shall look on His face

And I know that my dream will come true.

There is sweet com­pen­sa­tion for heart­ache and loss

In the hope that is giv­en to me;

I shall quick­ly forg­et how the road was be­set

When the King in His beau­ty I see.

It will still be my stay when the fa­shions of earth

In the mist are dis­solv­ing away;

For the pas­sage of death will be on­ly a breath—

But a breath

and my dream will come true.