THE BRIGHT FOREVER

1"In thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore." - Ps. 16:11.
Breaking thro' the clouds that gather O'er the Christian's ru-ral sleep, Did not leave him, but behold a glo-ry;
Shining on the hills of life e-ter-nal! O the King un-bro-ken rest! let the gold-en fields of pleas-ure,

RefrainThen the bright,the bright for-ev-er, In the bright, the bright for-ev-er, Near the sum-mer-land of song,
In the bright, the bright for-ev-er, We shall wake, to weep no more, On the banks beyond the riv-er
There to hear his God-ous wel-come, To the sweet, to the sweet, all.

2Fill the soul with glad sur-prise; And we al-most hear the ech-o Of the pure and ho-ly throng,
For the glo-ries thick descend-ing, We shall try as those to slumber, But the right with sub-lime song.