Oh! the glory and the joy,
Happiness without alloy,
Not a sorrow or a care
Shall we ever know
Up there!
Joyfully the severed meet,
And with rapture loved ones greet;
Naught their gladness to impair,
Partings all unknown
Up there!
Not a trouble, or a sigh,
Nor a tear bedims the eye;
Sweetest songs and music rare,
Echo through the realms
Up there!
No temptation and no pain,
Can we ever feel again,
Naught can with the rest compare
That the saints enjoy
Up there!
‘Tis our Jesu’s lovely face,
Beaming full of truth and grace.
Brightest, fairest of the fair,
Fount of joy to all
Up there!
Lamb of God, in glory come,
Call thy loved ones to their home,
With the saints do thou appear,
Take thy blood-bought bride
Up there!
E. L. P. B.