1 It lies around us like a cloud,
A world we do not see;
Yet the sweet closing of an eye
May bring us there to be.
Its gentle breezes fan our cheek;
Amid our worldly cares
Its gentle voices whisper love,
And mingle with our pray'rs.
2 Sweet hearts around us throb and beat,
Sweet helping hands are stir'd,
And palpitate the veil between,
With breathings almost heard.
So thin, so soft, so sweet they glide,
So near to press they seem,
They lull us gently to our rest,
Thy melt into our dream.
3 And in the hush of rest they bring,
'Tis easy now to see
How lovely and how sweet a pass
The hour of depth may be,
Scare knowing if we wake or sleep,
Scarce asking where we are,
To feel all evil sink away,
All sorrow and all care.
4 Sweet sounds around us! watch us still;
Press nearer to our side,
Into our tho'ts, into our pray'rs,
With gentle helpings glide,
Let death between us be as naught,
A dread and vanished stream;
Your joy be a reality,
Our suff'ring life the dream.
Source: Spiritualist Hymnal (3rd ed.) #119