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
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
The bright forever
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
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
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
The bright forever