p. 1 | NO TEARS IN HEAVEN by Mrs. L. D. A. Stuttle

Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Jul 13, 1882

NO TEARS IN HEAVEN.

By Mrs. L. D. A. Stuttle

BY MRS. L. D. A. STUTTLE.

NO TEARS shall be in Heaven, lift up thine eye, Ye sad and burdened spirits to the sky. The morning hasteth, when the shades of night Shall flee away before the dawn of light.

Lift up thine eye, that glorious day is near, When eyes now dim with sorrow's gathering tear, Shall weep no more through all the endless day, For his dear hand shall wipe all tears away.

Here those we love may rest in dreamless sleep, And oft we linger round their graves to weep; The cold, hard world knows not the bitter smart, The aching void within our weary heart.

Here sickness comes. The weak and faltering breath Grows faint and fainter at th' approach of death; With gathering tears, we watch the cherished flower Decay and wither in a single hour.

Ah! weary, mourning one, do ye not know There is a land where fadeless flowers grow, Where ne'er is heard the mourner's bitter sigh, And gathering tears shall never dim the eye?

We may not see the hand that guides our way Through earth's dark shadows to th' eternal day; The wondrous ways of God we may not tell; But this we know, he doeth all things well.

Ah! blessed hope, the night is almost past; Earth's stormy tempests may not always last; Soon shall we rest through all th' eternal day, And all our tears shall then be wiped away.

Vernon, Mich., June 3, 1882.