Why do make you this ado, and weep? The girl is not dead, but is sleeping.@Mark 5:39
Lizzie DeArmond (1847–1936)

Liz­zie De­Ar­mond, cir­ca 1922.

Ho­mer A. Ro­de­hea­ver (🔊 pdf nwc).

Homer A. Rodeheaver (1880–1955)

These words grew out of De­Ar­mond’s grief up­on los­ing her daugh­ter:

When God called my girl to live with Him, I felt I could not spare her, and it left an ache in my heart that was dif­fi­cult to bear. The ev­er pre­sent, per­sist­ent ques­tion, Why should my girl be ta­ken? be­came the ov­er­whelm­ing bur­den of my wak­ing mo­ments. Why should it be my child?

After sev­er­al months of wrest­ling with this ques­tion, my health was af­fect­ed and my faith cloud­ed. Then one night, while I was pac­ing up and down on my lawn, there came me the words as if spoken from the sky: We Chris­tians do not sor­row with­out hope. We do have to say goodbye to our loved ones here, but we have that glor­i­ous hope of good morn­ing ov­er there.

The mes­sage brought sur­cease from my sor­row, com­fort for my heart, and stim­u­lus to my faith. I hast­ened to my room where the po­em took form. God gave me a song that has been a bless­ing in my life, as it will be to oth­ers who sor­row for loved ones.

When comes to the weary a blessèd release,
When upward we pass to His kingdom of peace,
When free from the woes that on earth we must bear,
We’ll say good night here, but good morning up there.


Good morning up there where Christ is the light,
Good morning up there where cometh no night;
When we step from this earth to God’s Heaven so fair,
We’ll say good night here but good morning up there.

When fadeth the day and dark shadows draw nigh,
With Christ close at hand, it is not death to die;
He’ll wipe every tear, roll away every care;
We’ll say good night here, but good morning up there.


When home lights we see shining brightly above,
Where we shall be soon, through His wonderful love,
We’ll praise Him who called us His Heaven to share,
We’ll say good night here, but good morning up there.