Scripture Verse

God shall wipe away all tears…and 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


Words: James G. Clark, in The Young Peo­ple’s Cho­ris­ter (Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio: C. W. Dun­bar, 1860), alt.

Music: Au­gust­us D. Fill­more, The Po­ly­phon­ic (Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio: R. W. Car­roll, 1863), num­ber 40 (🔊 pdf nwc), ar­ranged.

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Clark (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Augustus D. Fillmore


There’s a land far away
’Mid the stars, we are told,
Where they know not the sorrows of time;
Where the pure waters wander
Thru valleys of gold,
And where life is a treasure sublime.
’Tis the land of our God—’tis
The home of the soul,
Where the ages of splendor
Eternally roll;
Where the way-weary traveler
Reaches his goal,
On the evergreen mountains of life.

Here our gaze can not soar
To that beautiful land,
But our visions have told of its bliss,
And our souls by the breeze from
Its gardens are fanned,
When we faint in the deserts of this;
And we sometimes have longed for
The holy repose,
When our spirits were torn with
Temptation and woes,
And we’ve drunk from the tide of the
River that flows
From the evergreen mountains of life.

O the stars never tread
The blue heavens by night,
But we think where
The ransomed have trod.
And the day never smiles from
His palace of light,
But we feel the bright smiles of our God.
We are traveling homeward
Thru changes and gloom,
To a kingdom where pleasures
Unchangingly bloom;
And our guide is the glory that
Shines thro’ the tomb,
From the evergreen mountains of life.