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:
Oh, 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:
But 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:
Oh, say! Will you be there?