No night of sorrow shall be there! All griefs, all sighs are o’er;
No bleeding heart, no tear-dimmed eye, on that celestial shore.
God, with His gentle hand of love, shall wipe all tears away,
And in His presence we shall joy, secure in cloudless day!
No night of sin can enter there! like Jesus we shall be,
For we shall see Him as He is, and holy be as He;
No wandering thoughts, no anxious cares, shall agitate our breast,
No sin shall mar our services, in yonder land of rest!
No night of ignorance is there! we’ll know as we are known,
And, through a blest eternity, rejoice before the throne;
No clouds shall e’er o’ershadow us, faith shall be changed to sight,
All gloomy doubts and fears dispelled, in that fair land of light!
No night of suffering is there! no weariness, no pain;
The ransomed in that better land, shall ne’er be sick again;
No aching head, no fevered brow, shall weigh our spirits down,
For, in Emmanuel’s happy land, all sickness is unknown!
No night of parting shall be there! our loved ones gone before,
Shall hail us at the gates of bliss: we’ll meet to part no more;
To be for ever with the Lord, our griefs, our trials o’er,
No tearful eye, no sad farewell, on yonder radiant shore!
No night of death can enter there! to close our peaceful rest,
No tender ties are sever’d in the mansions of the blest;
Once in our happy, longed-for home, we’ll rest in Jesus’ love;
For oh! no night can ever be in our God’s house above!
Eliza Savers.