God shall wipe away all tears…and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain.@Revelation 21:4
portrait
Fanny Crosby (1820-1915)

Fanny Crosby, 1898.

Hubert P. Main (🔊 pdf nwc).

portrait
Hubert P. Main (1839-1925)

O morrow land, abiding land,
We’re traveling home to thee;
Beyond the shadow and the shade,
Thy radiant hills we see!

Refrain

We’re traveling home to thee;
We’re traveling home to thee;
And soon, beyond the river’s brink,
Thy glory we shall see.

O morrow land, abiding land,
No tears of sorrow there;
No aching hearts, nor weary eyes;
Within thy dwelling fair.

Refrain

O morrow land, abiding land,
We soon shall reach thy shore,
And clasp the hands of those we love,
To meet, and part no more.

Refrain