There is no night in heaven: In that blest world above Work never can bring weariness, For work itself is love. There is no night in heaven: Yet nightly round the bed Of every Christian wanderer Faith has an angel tread.
2 There is no grief in heaven: For life is one glad day, And tears are of those former things Which all have passed away, There is no grief in heaven: Yet angels from on high, On golden pinions earthward glide, The Christian’s tears to dry.
3 There is no want in heaven: The Lamb of God supplies Life’s tree of twelvefold fruitage still, Life’s spring which never dries. There is no want in heaven: Yet in a desert land The fainting prophet was sustained And fed by angel’s hand.
4 There is no sin in heaven! Behold that blesséd throng; All holy is their spotless robes, All holy is their song. There is no sin in heaven: Here who from sin is free? Yet angels aid us in our strife For Christ’s true liberty.
5 There is no death in heaven: For they who gain that shore Have won their immortality, And they can die no more. There is no death in heaven; But, when the Christian dies, The angels wait his parting soul, And waft it to the skies.
1144 7s & 6s. Reunion in heaven.
No seas again shall sever, No desert intervene, No deep sad-flowing river Shall roll its tide between.
2 Love and unsevered union Of soul with those we love, Nearness and glad communion, Shall be our joy above.
3 No dread of wasting sickness, No thought of ache or pain, No fretting hours of weakness, Shall mar our peace again.
4 No death our homes o’ershading Shall e’er our harps unstring For all is life unfading In presence of our King,
1145 7s & 6s. The beautiful of lands.
There is a land immortal, The beautiful of lands; Beside its ancient portal A silent sentry stands; He only can undo it, And open wide the door; And mortals who pass through it, Are mortals nevermore.
2 Though dark and drear the passage That leadeth to the gate, Yet grace comes with the message, To souls that watch and wait; And at the time appointed A messenger comes down, And leads the Lord’s anointed From cross to glory’s crown.
3 Their sighs are lost in singing, They’re blesséd in their tears; Their journey heavenward winging, They leave on earth their fears: Death like an angel seemeth; “We welcome thee,” they cry; Their face with glory beameth— ’Tis life for them to die!
1146 6s & 4s. Heaven is my home.
I’m but a stranger here; Heaven is my home; Earth is a desert drear; Heaven is my home. Danger and sorrow stand Round me on every hand, Heaven is my fatherland— Heaven is my home.
2 What though the tempests rage, Heaven is my home; Short is my pilgrimage; Heaven is my home. And Time’s wild wintry blast Soon will be overpast, I shall reach home at last; Heaven is my home.
3 There at my Saviour’s side, Heaven is my home; I shall be glorified; Heaven is my home. There with the good and blest, Those I loved most and best, I shall for ever rest: Heaven is my home.
4 Therefore I’ll murmur not; Heaven is my home; Whate’er my earthly lot, Heaven is my home. For I shall surely stand, There at my Lord’s right hand, Heaven is my fatherland— Heaven is my home.
1147 6s & 7s. The region above.
There’s a region above, Free from sin and temptation, And a mansion of love, For each heir of salvation. Then dismiss all thy fears, Weary pilgrim of sorrow; Though thy sun set in tears, ’Twill rise brighter to-morrow.
2 There our toils will be done, And free grace be our story, God himself be our Sun, And our unsetting glory. In that world of delight Spring shall never be ended, Nor shall shadows nor night, With its brightness be blended.
3 There shall friends no more part, Nor shall farewells be spoken, There’ll be balm for the heart That with anguish was broken. From affliction set free, And from God ne’er to sever, We his glory shall see, And enjoy him for ever.
1148 5s & 4s. Rev. 22:5.
No shadows yonder! All light and song! Each day I wonder, And say how long Shall time me sunder From that dear throng?
2 No weeping yonder— All fled away! While here I wander Each weary day, And sigh as I ponder My long, long stay.
3 No partings yonder— Time and space never Again shall sunder— Hearts can not sever— Dearer and fonder Hands clasped for ever.
4 None wanting yonder— Bought by the Lamb, All gathered under The evergreen palm— Loud as night’s thunder Ascends the glad psalm.
1149 8s & 7s. Rest for the weary.