He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces; and the rebuke of His people shall He take away from off all the earth: for the Lord hath spoken it.
Isaiah 25:8
Words: Hauta W. Sloan, in His Voice of Love, edited by James D. Vaughan (Lawrenceburg, Tennessee: James D. Vaughan, 1924), number 34.
Music: Shinjuku Glenn K. Vaughan, 1924 (🔊 pdf nwc).
Oft our hearts are filled with sorrow,
As we journey day by day;
But when we get home up yonder,
God will wipe all tears away.
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O, the joy we’ll know in Heaven!
Free from toil and pain and care;
We will sing God’s praise forever,
And we’ll know no sorrow there.
Here our burdens oft are heavy,
And the road is rough and steep;
But our blessèd Lord will guide us,
And His promise true will keep.
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Precious friends who have departed
From this weary vale of tears,
Will be waiting there to greet us,
Safe at home thro’ endless years.
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O, ’twill be a grand reunion,
When we reach that homeland fair;
There’ll be peace and joy forever,
For there’ll be no sorrow there.
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