Dream of Dreams

When twilight woos me to that enchanted hour when my eyes grow weary and heavy with sleep I’ll dream of You, Lord, and a thousand tomorrows for only in You will my restless soul keep. In heaven above, I’ll touch grand, pearly gates I’ll walk hand in Hand upon gold gilded streets I’ll see pure, sparkling waters at the River of life flowing forth from the great white throne at Your feet. I’ll meet every saint in their heavenly state their glad eyes glowing with kindness and care and a countenance of love, with all burdens lifted up high in that haven of heaven, so fair. But most of all, I’ll see Your face, oh Lord for none other can compare, on earth or above then I’ll fall on Your feet, with worship unending ‘til You gather me into Your arms of Love.