There is no night in heav'n;
In that blest world above
Work never can bring weariness,
For work itself is love.
There is no grief in heav'n;
For life is one glad day;
And tears are of those former things
Which all have passed away.
There is no sin in heav'n;
Behold that blessed throng—
All holy is their spotless robe,
All holy in their song!
There is no death in heav'n;
For they who gain that shore
Have won their immortality,
And they can die no more.
Lord Jesus, be our Guide;
O lead us safely on,
Till night and grief and sin and death
Are past, and heav'n is won!