The Bright ForeverBreaking through the clouds that gather,O'er the Christian's natal skies,Distant beams, like floods of glory,Fill the soul with glad surprise;And we almost hear the echoOf the pure and holy throng,In the bright, the bright forever,In the summer land of song.Yet a little while we linger,Ere we reach our journey's end;Yet a little while of labor,Ere the evening shades descend;Then we'll lay us down to slumber,But the night will soon be o'er;In the bright, the bright forever,We shall wake, to weep no more.O the bliss of life eternal!O the long unbroken rest!In the golden fields of pleasure,In the region of the blessed;But, to see our dear Redeemer,And before His throne to fall,There to bear His gracious welcome,Will be sweeter far than all.~By Fanny Crosby~