No dis­ap­point­ment yon­der:
All hopes are there ful­filled;
No blight­ed pros­pects yon­der:
All anx­ious thoughts are stilled.

No wea­ry heart-aches yon­der:
Love there is firm­ly sealed;
No wound­ed feel­ings yon­der:
All smart­ing sores are healed.

No dark sus­pi­cions yon­der:
There all are frank and free;
No mor­bid fan­cies yon­der:
But per­fect sym­pa­thy.

No rest­less yearn­ings yon­der:
All, all are sa­tis­fied;
No cares or wor­ries yon­der:
All needs are well sup­plied.

No blis­tered, tired feet yon­der,
No toil-worn trem­bling hand;
No wrin­kled fore­head yon­der,
In that bright hap­py land.

No mid­nights ov­er yon­der,
We shall not need them there;
No burn­ing noon­tides yon­der,
No scorch­ing, dazz­ling glare.

No war­fare ov­er yon­der,
No bat­tle cries shall ring;
No blood­shed ov­er yon­der,
Where Je­sus Christ is king.

No an­gry bil­lows yon­der,
But one calm crys­tal sea;
No ship­wrecks ov­er yon­der,
No dread ca­la­mi­ty.

No hurt­ful things are yon­der,
No lurk­ing venge­ful foe;
No thirst, no fa­mine yon­der,
No swift heart-rend­ing woe.

No pain, no sick­ness yon­der,
All tears are wiped away;
No death, no part­ing yon­der—
There, life is one glad day.

No sin-stained gar­ments yon­der,
But blood-washed, spot­less, clean;
Ah! that is why up yon­der
No shade of grief is seen.

What is there ov­er yon­der?
No hu­man tongue can tell—
But He our Lord is yon­der,
And there­fore all is well.

Oh! joy, to think that yon­der
No mist our eyes shall dim;
For we shall see Him yon­der,
And we shall be like Him.