No seas again shall sever,

No desert intervene,

No deep sad-flowing river

Shall roll its tide between.

2 Love and unsevered union

Of soul with those we love,

Nearness and glad communion,

Shall be our joy above.

3 No dread of wasting sickness,

No thought of ache or pain,

No fretting hours of weakness,

Shall mar our peace again.

4 No death our homes o’ershading

Shall e’er our harps unstring

For all is life unfading

In presence of our King,