2 In it all is light and glory;
O'er it shines a nightless day;
Every trace of sin's sad story,
All the curse hath passed away;
3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us
By the streams of life along--
On the freshest pastures feeds us,
Turns our sighing into song.
4 Soon we pass this desert dreary,
Soon we bid farewell to pain;