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;
Oh, say, will you be there?
No feeble hands, no tearful eye,
No aching heart, 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?