Heavenly Region

There’s a region above

Free from sin and temp­ta­tion

And a man­sion of love

For each heir of sal­va­tion.

Then dis­miss all thy fears

Weary pil­grim of sor­row;

Though thy sun set in tears

It will rise bright to­mor­row.

There our toils will be done

And free grace be our sto­ry;

God Him­self be our sun

And our un­set­ting glo­ry.

In that world of de­light

Spring shall nev­er be end­ed;

Nor shall sha­dows nor night

With its bright­ness be blended.

There shall friends no more part

Nor shall fare­wells be spok­en;

There’ll be balm for the heart

That with ang­uish was brok­en.

From af­flict­ion set free

And from God ne’er to sev­er

We His glo­ry shall see

And enjoy Him for­ev­er.