The World Above

The world ab­ove is not like this

So dark

so sad and drear;

Oh no

for there the years of bliss

Roll on with­out a tear!

No gloom

no night

nor cloud of grief

Can ev­er cast a shade

Across those sun­ny plains of peace

In light and love ar­rayed!

The world ab­ove is not like this

So dark

so sad

and drear;

Oh no

for there the years of bliss

Roll on with­out a tear!

The world ab­ove is not like this

No part­ing tears are shed

Nor sweet af­fect­ion’s lin­ger­ing kiss

Bestowed up­on the dead;

There sev­ered hearts unite again

In love around the throne

And far be­yond this world of pain

Take up their crown and home!

Oh for a harp in that bright world

Far from the tears of this;

Here death’s black bann­ers are un­furled

To shade each hour of bliss;

But there each spir­it-harp will thrill

With mu­sic’s end­less tones

And Je­sus’ smile for­ev­er fill

With light our an­gel homes.