And infant voices lisp a sweet—Amen!
No tears can fall where all the blest employ
Is rapturous praise; and ever growing joy
Sits radiant on each angelic face,
While glory brightens all the blissful place!
Yes! there’s a land where tears shall fall no more,
Nor dim the eyes that often wept before;
I know the land—my sainted ones are there;
Come, Death! to that bright world my spirit bear!
There shall be no more pain! no languishing!