There Shall Be No More Sea

There shall be no more sea

In that land

I am told

Where the walls are of jas­per

And streets are of gold;

Yet

as o’er the wild waves

Of life’s con­flict I’m tossed

I still won­der

some­times

If my soul shall be lost.

But al­though there are mys­ter­ies

Dark and un­known

I am sure

in their midst

I shall not be alone

For that One who on earth

Lived a life with­out stain

Shall be close to my side

To make ev­ery­thing plain.

I shall stand in the storm

But a lit­tle while

For the Mas­ter has said to me

That I soon shall be tast­ing

The plea­sures sweet

Of that land where there is no sea.

He shall tell me the rea­son

He car­ried away

That sweet an­gel whose smile

Added light to the day—

The pure child that went out

From the reach of earth’s wrong

Lured away by the mu­sic

Of heav­en­ly song.

And that mo­ther

who went

From her la­bor away

When her hair

by the weight

Of earth’s cross­es grew gray

I shall find in that land

Sweet with flow­ers from life’s tree

Tho’ now hid­den from view

By death’s cold

cru­el sea.

Oh

I won­der

some­times

Why God takes from my heart

Those dear friends from whose love

’Tis heart-crush­ing to part;

But He speaks through the storm:

Trust and soon you shall see

That I’ve called them to do

Nobler serv­ice for Me.

Yes

life here has its con­flicts

And mys­ter­ies deep

And the sor­rows of life

Make the heart oft­en weep;

But when all have rolled by

In that land I shall be

Where in rap­tures of joy

I shall know no more sea.