The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and the Lamb is its lamp.@Revelation 21:23
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Jessie B. Pounds (1861–1921)

Jes­sie B. Pounds, 1897. One Sun­day morn­ing, when she had been mar­ried on­ly a few weeks, Jes­sie was not feel­ing well, so her hus­band John went to church with­out her (Cen­tral Chris­tian Church, In­di­an­a­po­lis, In­di­a­na). Jes­sie stayed home and be­gan med­i­tat­ing on Hea­ven; by the time John re­turned, she had pro­duced these words.

This song was sung at the 1901 fun­er­al of as­sas­sin­at­ed Am­er­i­can pre­si­dent Will­iam Mc­Kin­ley. It was re­port­ed­ly his fav­o­rite song.

John S. Fea­ris (🔊 pdf nwc).

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John S. Fearis (1867–1932)

Somewhere the sun is shining,
Somewhere the songbirds dwell;
Hush, then, thy sad repining,
God lives, and all is well.

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Somewhere, somewhere,
Beautiful Isle of Somewhere!
Land of the true, where we live anew,
Beautiful Isle of Somewhere!

Somewhere the day is longer,
Somewhere the task is done;
Somewhere the heart is stronger,
Somewhere the guerdon won.

Refrain

Somewhere the load is lifted,
Close by an open door;
Somewhere the clouds are rifted,
Somewhere the angels sing.

Refrain