Hymnal: The Christian Hymn Book
Date: 1865
Compiler: Alexander Campbell
Publisher/Printer: Central Book Concern
First Line: No sickness there
Topic: The Present and the Future/Heaven
Writer: <no first name given> Neal
Composer:
Meter: 4 and 10s
Tune:
Hymn Number: 1160
Page Number: 696, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsNo sickness there,
No weary wasting of the frame away,
No fearful shrinking from the midnight air,
No dread of summer's bright and fervid ray.
No hidden grief,
No wild and cheerless vision of despair,
No vain petition for a swift relief,
No tearful eye, no broken hearts are there.
Care has no home
Within that realm of ceaseless praise and song:
It's tossing billows break and melt its 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! Thou wounded heart
Shall bleed no more at sorrow's stern control!
With faith our guide,
White-rob'd and innocent, to lead the way,
Why fear to plunge in Jordan's rolling tide,
And find the ocean of eternal day!