I dreamed of a river of crystal that flowed Through the garden of heaven and a brightness that glowed
For all the great hosts around the white throne And a kind, loving Savior whose love I have known
I dreamed I saw Mother so sweet and so fair Among the great hosts of those gathered there
Her hand seemed to beckon to me here
Below as her tears in the river of crystal did flow
I know I am wicked, but how could she know And why should her teardrops in heaven still flow
For one who so godlessly wearies her soul That her tears in the river of crystal should flow
I woke from my dreaming and started to pray That the river of crystal be taken away
And that God up in heaven help me to prepare
So the river of crystal would never flow
There