Though Through This Vale Of Mystery


Tho’ thro’ this vale of mystery
With sin our souls have striven,
Yet we are told that there will be
No sin, no sin in heaven,
No sin, no sin in heaven.

When out upon life’s stormy sea
Our barks are fiercely driven,
Faith sweetly whispers, “Soul, there’ll be
No storm, no storm in heaven,
No storm, no storm in heaven.

Has sorrow left a throbbing scar?
Has some dear tie been riven?
Still hear love whisper, “Soul, there are
No tears, no tears in heaven,
No tears, no tears in heaven.

From all the cares and toils of life
That are to mortals given,
We’ll find, when thro’ with earthly strive,
Sweet rest, sweet rest in heaven,
Sweet rest, sweet rest in heaven.