BEYOND THE CLOUDS
© 1979 William C. Highsmith


WHEN ALL OUR TRIALS - HERE ARE O'ER -
OUR TEARS ARE WIPED AWAY;
WE'LL SING OUR PRAISES TO THE LORD
ON THAT SUPERNAL DAY.

HE'S SET US FREE FROM SIN AND DEATH
TO LIVE IN VICTORY -
BEYOND THE CLOUDS OF DARK DESPAIR
HIS BLESSED FACE WE SEE.

WE'LL BOW IN HUMBLE GRADITUDE,
HE'LL CALL US EACH BY NAME.
THERE AT HIS FEET OUR BURDENS LAID
TO NE'R BE BORNE AGAIN.

TO LIVE WITH HIM FOREVERMORE
THROUGHOUT ETERNITY -
AND IN HIS PRESENCE TO ABIDE
WHAT GLORY THAT WILL BE.

OH! PRAISE THE LORD, PRAISE THE LORD -
GLORY, GLORY TO OUR KING.