The city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.@Revelation 21:23

W. B. Williams, in Exalted Praise, edited by J. Howard Entwisle & Powell G. Fithian (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: MacCalla & Company, 1901), number 139. Dedicated to Miss Fanny C. Shaw.

Summer Land (Fithian) Powell G. Fithian (🔊 pdf nwc).

The sun will never set
In Summer-land;
No eyes with tears are wet
In Summer-land;
No shade of darkening night
Will shut the view from sight,
Nor e’er becloud the light,
In Summer-land.

No one will lose the way
In Summer-land;
Nor ever go astray
In Summer-land;
No mountain hard to climb,
Yet all is grand, sublime,
With endless summer clime,
In Summer-land.

No sickness is the theme
In Summer-land;
For health doth reign supreme
In Summer-land;
The air is bracing pure,
The fare doth life secure,
And no one needs a cure,
In Summer-land.

No death is ever known
In Summer-land;
For Life is on the throne
In Summer-land;
No mourning for the dead,
No heavy hearts, like lead,
But endless joy instead,
In Summer-land.