Lo! the seal of death is breaking;

Those who slept its sleep are waking;

Heaven opes its portals fair!

Hark! the harps of God are ringing;

Hark! the seraph’s hymn is flinging

Music on immortal air.

2 There, no more at eve declining,

Suns without a cloud are shining

O’er the land of life and love;

There the founts of life are flowing,

Flowers unknown to time, are blowing

In that radiant scene above.

3 There no sigh of memory swelleth;

There no tear of misery welleth;

Hearts will bleed or break no more;

Past is all the cold world’s scorning,

Gone the night, and broke the morning,

Over all the golden shore.