When the Mists Have Rolled Away

When the mists have rolled in splen­dor

From the beau­ty of the hills

And the sun­light falls in glad­ness

On the riv­ers 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

Never more 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.

Oft we tread the path be­fore us

With a wea­ry

hard­ened heart.

Oft we toil amid the sha­dows

And our fields are far apart.

But the Sav­ior’s Come

ye bless­èd

All our la­bor will re­pay

When we ga­ther in the morn­ing

Where the mists have rolled away.

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.