No Sorrow There

Oft our hearts are filled with sor­row

As we jour­ney day by day;

But when we get home up yon­der

God will wipe all tears away.

O

the joy we’ll know in Heav­en!

Free from toil and pain and care;

We will sing God’s praise for­ev­er

And we’ll know no sor­row there.

Here our bur­dens oft are hea­vy

And the road is rough and steep;

But our bless­èd Lord will guide us

And His pro­mise true will keep.

Precious friends who have de­part­ed

From this wea­ry vale of tears

Will be wait­ing there to greet us

Safe at home thro’ end­less years.

O

’twill be a grand re­un­ion

When we reach that home­land fair;

There’ll be peace and joy for­ev­er

For there’ll be no sor­row there.