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 vanish all, And fade like hues at even; Our brightest hopes like meteors fall— There are no tears in heav'n.

Thou, God, our joy and rest shalt 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.