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 Fathers promise in the rainbow of the spray:
We shall know each other better when the mists have rolled away.
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 Saviors Come, ye blessèd all our labor will
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.