With varying hues of shade and light;
It hath no need of suns to rise,
To dissipate the gloom of night.
4There sweeps no desolating wind
Across that calm, serene abode;
The wanderer there a home may find,
Within the paradise of God.
565. C. H. M. Sacred Lyrics.
The Everlasting Bliss of Heaven.
1Heaven is the land where troubles cease,