I dreamed of a river of crystal that flowed Through the garden of heaven and a brightness that glowedFor all the great hosts around the white throne And a kind, loving Savior whose love I have knownI dreamed I saw Mother so sweet and so fair Among the great hosts of those gathered thereHer hand seemed to beckon to me hereBelow as her tears in the river of crystal did flowI know I am wicked, but how could she know And why should her teardrops in heaven still flowFor one who so godlessly wearies her soul That her tears in the river of crystal should flowI woke from my dreaming and started to pray That the river of crystal be taken awayAnd that God up in heaven help me to prepareSo the river of crystal would never flowThere