Beyond this life of hopes and fears,
Beyond this world of grief and tears,
There is a region fair.
It knows no change and no decay,
No night, but one unending day,
O say, will you be there?
Its glorious gates are closed to sin,
Naught that defiles can enter in
To mar its beauty rare.
Upon that bright eternal shore,
Earth's bitter curse is known no more,
O say, will you be there?
No drooping form, no tearful eye,
No hoary head, no weary sigh,
No pain, no grief, no care;
But joys which here we cannot know
Like a calm river ever flow,
O say, will you be there?