No seas again shall sev­er;
No des­ert in­ter­vene;
No deep, sad flow­ing ri­ver
Shall roll its tide be­tween.

No bleak cliffs up­ward tow­er­ing,
Shall bound our ea­ger sight;
No tem­pest dark­ly low­er­ing,
Shall wrap us in its night.

Love, and un­sev­ered un­ion,
Of soul with those we love,
Nearness and glad com­mu­nion
Shall be our joy above.

No dread of wast­ing sick­ness,
No thought of ache or pain,
No fret­ting hours of weak­ness,
Shall mar our peace again.

No death our homes o’er­shad­ing,
Shall e’er our harps un­string,
For all is life un­fad­ing,
In pre­sence of our king.