I dream of Heaven before my time;
There is a mountain stream
With flow and hope and grace sublime.
I wonder what these mean...

I long for ocean fog and spray--
No wish to tarry here,
For it is not for me to stay,
Although the air is clear.

The Lord then sends me on my way
Upon capricious seas
Where I keep human cares at bay
And trust Christ is my lee.



I would have stayed in Heaven more,
For God did offer me
A chance to be on that fair shore;
Repose God proferred me.

The riverbank was fine to see;
In peaks I did abide...
But majesty is not for me--
The Lord, not I, will guide.



So with all creatures shall I live;
A mortal still am I.
To God the glory I shall give
Until in death I lie.

And when the Reaper comes to claim
My body as his own,
God's wonders I shall then acclaim
"And grace will take me home."

For I remain with you but yet
A vision do I see
Where Lord and creatures are then met
For all eternity.