The Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces.
Isaiah 25:8
Words: Anonymous, in Select Melodies, edited by William Hunter (Cincinnati, Ohio: Methodist Book Concern, 1843).
Music: Escobedo arranged by J. H. von Nardroff, 1859 (🔊 pdf nwc).
Alternate Tune:
If you know the author, or where to get a good picture of him or von Nardroff (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
What if our bark o’er life’s rough wave
By adverse winds be driv’n,
And howling tempests round us rave—
There are no tears in Heav’n.
What though affliction be our lot,
Our hearts with anguish riv’n;
Still, let it never be forgot—
There are no tears in Heav’n.
Our sweetest joys here banish all,
And fade like hues at ev’n;
Our brightest hopes like meteors fall—
There are no tears in Heav’n.
The mourner sad, who drowned in grief,
Hath long in sorrow striven,
Shall find, at last, a sweet relief—
There are no tears in Heav’n.
Thou, God, our joy and rest shall be,
And sorrow far be driv’n;
And sin and death forever flee—
There are no tears in Heav’n.
There from the blooming tree of life,
The healing fruit is giv’n;
There, there shall cease the painful strife—
There are no tears in Heav’n.
When singing with tune Gujranwala, insert this refrain after lines 4 and 8 of each stanza:
Beautiful home, beautiful home,
Beautiful home of love;
And they that bear the cross below,
Shall wear the crown above.