When the Veil Is Lifted

’Tis but a veil that hangs be­tween

The un­seen world and this

And hides from view the saint­ed forms

The world of per­fect bliss.

When the veil is lift­ed

In the by and by

Scenes of won­drous beau­ty

Will greet the rap­tured eye;

Forms of cher­ished loved ones

Hosts of an­gels bright

When the veil is lift­ed

Will dawn up­on our sight.

To calm the serv­ant’s need­less fears

God drew this veil aside;

When all about Eli­sha

lo!

A migh­ty host he spied.

Departing saints such scenes be­hold

As in death’s arms they sink;

May Heav­en not be near us now?

E’en near­er than we think?