Smiling upon the brow of night.
Faith draws the distant vision nigh,
Where basks her child in thornless bowers;
While cherub hands suppress each sigh,
And wreath her heart with fadeless flowers.
In that bright world no tears are seen,
For God hath wiped all tears away;
Earth’s last deep groan of anguish keen
Ne’er mingles with Redemption’s lay.
Washed in the Saviour’s cleansing blood,