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
No shadows yonder! All light and song!
Each day I wonder, and say,
Shall time me sunder from that dear throng?
No weeping yonder! All fled away!
While here I wander, each weary day,
I sigh and ponder my long, long stay.
No parting yonder! No space or time
Shall hearts e’er sunder, in that fair clime,
Dearer and fonder—in friendship sublime.
None wanting yonder! Bought by the Lamb,
All gathered under the evergreen palm.
Loud as night’s thunder swells out the glad psalm.