The Bright Forever

Breaking through 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.

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.

Yet a lit­tle while we lin­ger

Ere we reach our jour­ney’s end;

Yet a lit­tle while of la­bor

Ere the ev­en­ing 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.

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 bear His gra­cious wel­come

Will be sweet­er far than all.