There’s a region above,

Free from sin and temptation,

And a mansion of love,

For each heir of salvation.

Then dismiss all thy fears,

Weary pilgrim of sorrow;

Though thy sun set in tears,

’Twill rise brighter to-morrow.

2 There our toils will be done,

And free grace be our story,

God himself be our Sun,

And our unsetting glory.

In that world of delight

Spring shall never be ended,

Nor shall shadows nor night,

With its brightness be blended.

3 There shall friends no more part,

Nor shall farewells be spoken,

There’ll be balm for the heart

That with anguish was broken.

From affliction set free,

And from God ne’er to sever,

We his glory shall see,

And enjoy him for ever.