Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: I met a child his feet were bare
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer: A Fillmore
Meter: 8s and 6s
Tune: No Tears In Heaven
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 243, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsI met a child, his feet were bare,
His weak frame shivered with the cold;
His youthful brow was knit with care,
His flashing eye his sorrow told.
Said I, "Poor boy, why weepest thou?"
"My parents both are dead," he said;
"I have not where to lay my head;
O, I am lone and friendless now!"
Not friendless, child, a Friend on high
For you his precious blood has given;
Cheer up, and bid each tear be dry,
There are no tears in heaven,
There are no tears, no tears in heaven.
I saw a gentle mother weep,
As to ther throbbing heart she pressed
An infant, seemingly asleep
On its kind mother's sheltering breast.
"Fair one," said I, "pray weep no more."
Sobbed she, "The idol of my hope
I now am called to render up--
My babe has reached death's gloomy shore."
Dear mother, yield no more to grief,
Nor be by passion's tempest driven,
But find in these sweet words relief,
There are no tears in heaven,
There are no tears, no tears in heaven.
Poor traveler o'er life's troubled wave,
Cast down by grief, o'er whelmed by care,
There is an arm above can save,
Then yield not thou to fell despair.
Look upward, mourners, look above!
What though the thunders echo loud!
The sun shines bright beyond the cloud;
Then trust to thy Redeemer's love.
Where'er thy lot in life be cast,
Whate'er of toil or woe be given,
Be firm--remember to the last
There are no tears in heaven,
There are no tears, no tears in heaven.