When the mists have rolled in splendour

From the beauty-of the hills,

And the sunlight falls in gladness

On the river and the rills;

We recall our Father’s promise

In the rainbow of the spray;

We shall Know each other better

When the mists have rolled away.

Oft we tread the path before us

With a weary, burdened heart;

Oft we toil amid the shadows,

And our fields are far apart;

But the Saviour's “Come ye blessed!"

All our labour will repay,

When we gather in the morning

Where the mists have roiled sway.

We shall come with joy and gladness,

We shall gather round the throne;

Face to face with that 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.