1 Only a river between us, Parting dear ones awhile; Only a vail that divides us,— Hiding the light of their smile; Only a sigh and a struggle, Only a moment of pain; Then, mid the splendors of Eden, We shall behold them again.
2 Only a place that is vacant, When to our Saviour we bend; Only a strain that is missing, When our devotions we blend; Only a voice, and a footstep, Only a clasp of the hand, Drawing us onward and upward, Home to the bright promised land.
3 Tho’ ‘neath the clods of the valley, Forms that we cherish may sleep; God has commissioned His angels, Watch o’er our loved ones to keep. Only the leaves of the vine-tree, Wither and languish and die; God hath transplanted its branches, Garnered its fruits in the sky.
4 Only a moment of anguish, When at the Jordan we part; Only a silver cord broken, Hushing each throb of the heart; After the storm, ‘twill be sunshine, After our labor, repose; Then we shall meet where the morning, Never, no never will close. | The Cyber Hymnal #9985 Northfield Hymnal: for use in evangelistic and church services, conventions, sunday schools, and all prayer and social meetings of the church and home #24 (1904) |