Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
Psalm 30:5
Words: George Rogers, in The Polyphonic (Cincinnati, Ohio: R. W. Carroll, 1863), page 4, alt.
Music: Kane (Fillmore) Augustus D. Fillmore, 1863 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Rogers (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
There’s a region above,
Free from sin and temptation,
And a mansion of love
For each heir of salvation.
Then dismiss all thy fears,
Weary pilgrim of sorrow;
Though thy sun set in tears,
It will rise bright tomorrow.
There our toils will be done,
And free grace be our story;
God Himself be our sun,
And our unsetting glory.
In that world of delight,
Spring shall never be ended;
Nor shall shadows nor night
With its brightness be blended.
There shall friends no more part,
Nor shall farewells be spoken;
There’ll be balm for the heart
That with anguish was broken.
From affliction set free,
And from God ne’er to sever,
We His glory shall see,
And enjoy Him forever.