When we reach a quiet dwelling,

On the strong eternal hills,

And our praise to him is swelling,

Who the vast creation fills;

When the paths of prayer and duty,

And affliction all are trod,

And we wake to see the beauty

Of our Saviour and our God:

2 With the light of resurrection,

When our changéd bodies glow,

And we gain the full perfection

Of the bliss begun below;

When the life that flesh obscureth

In each radiant form shall shine,

And the joy that aye endureth,

Flashes forth in beams divine:

3 While we wave the palms of glory

Through the long eternal years,

Shall we e’er forget the story

Of our mortal griefs and fears?

Shall we e’er forget the sadness,

And the clouds that hung so dim,

When our hearts are filled with gladness,

And our tears are dried by him?

4 Shall the memory be banished

Of his kindness and his care,

When the wants and woes are vanished

Which he loved to soothe and share?

All the way by which he led us,

All the grievings which he bore,

All the patient love he taught us,

Shall we think of them no more?

5 Yes! we surely shall remember

How he quickened us from death—

How he fanned the dying ember

With his Spirit’s glowing breath.

We shall read the tender meaning

Of the sorrows and alarms,

As we trod the desert, leaning

On his everlasting arms.

6 And his rest will be the dearer

When we think of weary ways,

And his light will seem the clearer

As we muse on cloudy days.

O ’twill be a glorious morrow

To a dark and stormy day!

We shall recollect our sorrow

As the streams that pass away.