Scripture Verse

When I awake, I shall be satisfied with Your likeness. Psalm 17:15


Words: Charles W. Ray, 1892.

Music: Adon­i­ram J. Bu­chan­an (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Ray or Bu­chan­an (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Sadly we sing, and with tremulous breath,
As we stand by the mystical stream,
In the valley and by the dark river of death,
And yet ’tis no more than a dream.


Only a dream, only a dream,
And glory beyond the dark stream;
How peaceful the slumber,
How happy the waking;
For death is only a dream.

Why should we weep when the weary ones rest
In the bosom of Jesus supreme,
In the mansions of glory prepared for the blest?
For death is no more than a dream.


Naught in the river the saints should appall,
Tho’ it frightfully dismal may seem;
In the arms of their Savior no ill can befall,
They find it no more than a dream.


Over the turbid and onrushing tide
Doth the light of eternity gleam;
And the ransomed the darkness
And storm shall outride,
To wake with glad smiles from their dream.