There is no night in heaven:

In that blest world above

Work never can bring weariness,

For work itself is love.

There is no night in heaven:

Yet nightly round the bed

Of every Christian wanderer

Faith has an angel tread.

2 There is no grief in heaven:

For life is one glad day,

And tears are of those former things

Which all have passed away,

There is no grief in heaven:

Yet angels from on high,

On golden pinions earthward glide,

The Christian’s tears to dry.

3 There is no want in heaven:

The Lamb of God supplies

Life’s tree of twelvefold fruitage still,

Life’s spring which never dries.

There is no want in heaven:

Yet in a desert land

The fainting prophet was sustained

And fed by angel’s hand.

4 There is no sin in heaven!

Behold that blesséd throng;

All holy is their spotless robes,

All holy is their song.

There is no sin in heaven:

Here who from sin is free?

Yet angels aid us in our strife

For Christ’s true liberty.

5 There is no death in heaven:

For they who gain that shore

Have won their immortality,

And they can die no more.

There is no death in heaven;

But, when the Christian dies,

The angels wait his parting soul,

And waft it to the skies.