There’s No Disappointment in Heaven

There’s no dis­ap­point­ment in Heav­en

No wea­ri­ness

sor­row or pain;

No hearts that are bleed­ing and brok­en

No song with a min­or re­frain.

The clouds of our earth­ly ho­ri­zon

Will nev­er ap­pear in the sky

For all will be sun­shine and glad­ness

With nev­er a sob or a sigh.

I’m bound for that beau­ti­ful ci­ty

My Lord has pre­pared for His own;

Where all the re­deemed of all ag­es

Sing Glo­ry! around the white throne;

Sometimes I grow home­sick for Heav­en

And the glo­ries I there shall be­hold;

What a joy that will be when my Sav­ior I see

In that beau­ti­ful ci­ty of gold.

We’ll nev­er pay rent for our man­sion

The tax­es will nev­er come due

Our gar­ments will nev­er grow thread­bare

But al­ways be fade­less and new

We’ll nev­er be hung­ry or thirs­ty

Nor lang­uish in po­ver­ty there

For all the rich boun­ties of Heav­en

His sanc­ti­fied child­ren will share.

There’ll nev­er be crepe on the doork­nob

No fu­ner­al train in the sky;

No graves on the hill­sides of glo­ry

For there we shall nev­er­more die.

The old will be young there for­ev­er

Transformed in a mo­ment of time;

Immortal we’ll stand in His like­ness

The stars and the sun to out­shine.