How beautiful, surpassing fair,
The place prepared above!
The ceaseless blessings flowing there,
Flow from a Savior’s love;
I long to see that pierced hand,
And worship with the happy band.
Temptations are not there; no chain
But love; no cloud; no word
To reach the heart with aught of pain,
While “ever with the Lord:”
But all enjoy that perfect peace
Whose blissfulness can never cease.
There is no weeping there; all tears
Are wiped from every eye;
The memory of times short years
Awakes no heavy sigh;
All faces are with joy more bright
Than morning in its richest light.
There are no longings there; desire
Is satisfied at last;
The wish that fanned hope’s cheering lire,
With all its flames is past;
Him, whom they loved unseen, they see,
To love for all eternity.
There are no partings there: the deep,
Sad, tearful word “Good-bye’’
Wrings not the heart, nor makes it keep
The watch of tear and sigh,
For friend meets friend, and heart meets heart
With purer love, no more to part.
Yea. wondrous fair, surpassing bright
The promised rest above;
Where Thou, Lord Jesus, art its light,
Its glory, and its love—
“All, and in all, O, blessed Lord!”
Sufficient for me is Thy word.