Life, like a mist, appears for just a day Then disappears tomorrow All that we are can quickly fade away Replaced with tears and sorrow If a man should die, can he live again? Hear the promise God has made He will call; the dead will answer They shal live at his command For he will have a longing For the works of his own hand So have faith, and do not wonder For our God can make us stand And we shall live forever As the work of his own hand Friends of our God, though they may pass away Will never be forsaken All those asleep who in God's mem'ry stay From death he will awaken Then we'll come to see all that life can be Paradise eternally He will call; the dead will answer They shal live at his command For he will have a longing For the works of his own hand So have faith, and do not wonder For our God can make us stand And we shall live forever As the work of his own hand