Scripture Verse

There shall be no more death. Revelation 21:4

Introduction

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William O. Cushing
(1823–1902)

Words: Will­iam O. Cush­ing, in Fresh Lau­rels, by Will­iam B. Brad­bu­ry (New York: Big­low & Main, 1867), page 125.

Music: Kan­dy Tho­mas Hast­ings (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Thomas Hastings
(1784–1872)

Lyrics

I am waiting by the river,
And my heart has waited long;
Now I think I hear the chorus
Of the angels’ welcome song;
Oh! I see the dawn is breaking
On the hilltops of the blest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary be at rest.

Far away beyond the shadows
Of this weary vale of tears,
There the tide of bliss is sweeping
Thro’ the bright and changeless years;
Oh! I long to be with Jesus,
In the mansions of the blest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary be at rest.

They are launching on the river,
From the calm and quiet shore,
And they soon will bear my spirit
Where the weary sigh no more.
For the tide is swiftly flowing,
And I long to greet the blest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary be at rest.