1 I have had the sweetest dreams
Of the brightest crystal streams,
Where the softest spicy breezes ever blowing;
Gently sweet the golden strand
Of the changeless glory land;
There I gladly with the angels would be going.
Refrain:
Oh! that world so wondrous fair,
I shall soon be over there,
And my voice in holy anthems shall be blending,
And I long to be with them
In the new Jerusalem,
And before the King in glory to be bending.
2 There sweet groves and fragrant flow’rs
Bloom around in stately tow’rs,
There the tree of life forevermore is growing;
Underneath its cloudless skies,
Countless palaces arise;
There I gladly with the angels would be going. [Refrain]
3 While I dreamed I seemed to hear
Kindred footsteps drawing near,
And their feet the silv’ry waves seemed overflowing;
As I looked across the sea,
Happy spirits beckoned me;
There I gladly with the angels would be going. [Refrain]
4 There on my enraptured sight,
In their robes of snowy white,
Each on me a smile of tenderness bestowing,
Seemed to call me o’er the tide,
And my long delay to chide,
There I gladly with the angels would be going. [Refrain]
Source: Triumphant Songs No.2 #144