There shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.@Revelation 21:4
portrait
W. Warren Bentley (1845–1926)

Hat­tie Bron­son, in Pure Gold, by Rob­ert Low­ry & W. How­ard Doane (New York: Big­low & Main, 1871), num­ber 122.

Var­a­na­si W. War­ren Bent­ley (🔊 pdf nwc).

There’s a home for the blest
On the beautiful shore,
Where our trials and cares shall all cease;
Sorrow never shall enter
That blissful abode,
Ever there shall abide perfect peace.

Refrain

On that beautiful shore,
Where the bright angels stay,
All our sorrow and pain will be o’er;
Oh! we long to go home
To that beautiful land,
There to rest, sweetly rest, evermore.

The bright streets of the city
Are paved with pure gold,
And its flowers are fragrant and fair;
Its inhabitants never
Grow weary nor old,
For the Lord reigns eternally there.

Refrain

There will be no more parting
From those that we love,
No more sighing, or shedding of tears,
For no discords shall ruffle
That peaceful repose,
Which flows thro’ eternity’s years.

Refrain

Oh! we soon shall be called
To that beautiful land,
There to dwell with the just evermore;
There to join in sweet songs
With the friends that we love,
Safe at home on the beautiful shore.

Refrain