Hymnal: The Christian Hymnal
Date: 1871
Compiler: Under direction of the Christian Hymn-Book Committee
Publisher/Printer: Bosworth Chase & Hall
First Line: No sickness there
Topic: Present and Future/Heaven
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer: A Squire
Tune: The Home in Heaven
Hymn Number: 779
Page Number: 292, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsNo sickness there, No sickness there,
No wea-ry wasting of the frame a-way,
No fearful shrinking from the midnight air,
No dread of summer's bright and fervid ray.
No hidden grief, No hidden grief,
No wild and cheerless vision of de-spair,
No vain pe-ti-tion for a swift re-lief,
No tearful eye, no broken hearts are there.
Care has no home.
Within that realm of ceaseless praise and song;
Its tossing billows break and melt in foam,
Far from the mansions of the spirit throng.
No parted friends
O'er mournful recollections have to weep!
No bed of death enduring love attends,
To watch the coming of a pulseless sleep.
No blasted flower
Or withered bud celestial gardens grow!
No scorching blast or fierce descending shower
Scatters destruction like a ruthless foe!
No battle-word
Startles the sacred host with fear and dread!
The song of peace creation's morning heard,
Is sung wherever angel minstrels tread.
Let us depart
If scenes like these await the weary soul!
Look up, thou stricken one! thy wounded heart
Shall bleed no more at sorrows stern control!
With faith our guide,
White-robed and innocent, to lead the way,
Why fear to plunge in Jordan's rolling tide,
And find the ocean of eternal day!