No Dying There

A land by faith I see

Where saints shall ev­er be

Free from mor­tal­ity

No dy­ing there.

No dy­ing there

No dy­ing there

In that fair

heav’n­ly land

No dy­ing there.

There friends shall meet again

In hap­pi­ness to reign

While through that blest do­main

No dy­ing there.

There sor­row can­not stay;

There tears are wiped away

One bright

eter­nal day

No dy­ing there.