There Are No Tears in Heaven

What if our bark o’er life’s rough wave

By ad­verse winds be driv’n

And howl­ing tem­pests round us rave—

There are no tears in Heav’n.

What though af­flict­ion be our lot

Our hearts with ang­uish riv’n;

Still

let it nev­er be for­got—

There are no tears in Heav’n.

Our sweet­est joys here ban­ish all

And fade like hues at ev’n;

Our bright­est hopes like me­te­ors fall—

There are no tears in Heav’n.

The mourn­er sad

who drowned in grief

Hath long in sor­row striv­en

Shall find

at last

a sweet re­lief—

There are no tears in Heav’n.

Thou

God

our joy and rest shall be

And sor­row far be driv’n;

And sin and death for­ev­er flee—

There are no tears in Heav’n.

There from the bloom­ing tree of life

The heal­ing fruit is giv’n;

There

there shall cease the pain­ful strife—

There are no tears in Heav’n.