Where life’s crys­tal stream doth flow,
And the tree of life doth bloom,
Where no chill­ing frost can fall,
On flow­ers that sweet­ly bloom;
Where the glo­ry of the Lord
Shines thro’ all the cloud­less skies,
There, as end­less ages roll,
Shall be no more good­byes.

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No more good­byes, no more good­byes,
O, bless­èd thought! No more good­byes;
Midst the glo­ry of the Lord,
In that home be­yond the skies,
Where the end­less ages roll,
Shall be no more good­byes.

There the good again shall meet,
Who have clasped the part­ing hand;
Fathers, mo­thers, child­ren dear,
Around the throne shall stand;
There no tem­pest e’er shall blow,
There no dis­mal cloud arise,
And in that eter­nal home,
Shall be no more good­byes.

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Where no signs of age are seen,
And they nev­er sor­row more,
Where no sick­ness e’er can come,
Where death has lost his pow­er,
Where they feel no weight of care,
And no tears be­dim the eyes;
All the good shall meet again,
And speak no more good­byes.

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