“AND THERE SHALL BE NO MORE DEATH.”
By L. E. Millne
Is there a land so fair, so bright,
That tears are never found?
No sighs nor sorrow in that land,
But only joys abound? No rude alarms, nor stormy blast,
Shall sweep o’er that bright land,
And friend from friend shall never part,
Amid the heavenly band. What most we love and cherish here
Doth quickly fade away.
But ah! the joys of Heaven endure
One long, eternal day. Is there a mansion, Lord, for me,
Waiting in that bright land?
O, may I walk the golden streets
Amid the angel band? Then will I list the Master’s voice
And with him suffer here,
If with the faithful, I, at last,
With Jesus may appear.