The city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.
Revelation 21:23
Words: W. B. Williams, in Exalted Praise, edited by J. Howard Entwisle & Powell Fithian (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: MacCalla, 1901), number 139. Dedicated to Miss Fanny C. Shaw.
Music: Summer Land (Fithian) Powell G. Fithian (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know Williams’ full name, or where to get a good photo of him or Fithian,
The sun will never set
In Summer-land;
No eyes with tears are wet
In Summer-land;
No shade of darkening night
Will shut the view from sight,
Nor e’er becloud the light,
In Summer-land.
No one will lose the way
In Summer-land;
Nor ever go astray
In Summer-land;
No mountain hard to climb,
Yet all is grand, sublime,
With endless summer clime,
In Summer-land.
No sickness
is the theme
In Summer-land;
For health doth reign supreme
In Summer-land;
The air is bracing pure,
The fare doth life secure,
And no one needs a cure,
In Summer-land.
No death is ever known
In Summer-land;
For Life is on the throne
In Summer-land;
No mourning for the dead,
No heavy hearts, like lead,
But endless joy instead,
In Summer-land.