No slightest touch of pain,
Nor sorrow's least alloy,
Can violate our rest, or stain
Our purity of joy.
In that eternal day,
No clouds nor tempest rise;
There gushing tears are wiped away
Forever from our eyes.
Charles Wesley.
No slightest touch of pain,
Nor sorrow's least alloy,
Can violate our rest, or stain
Our purity of joy.
In that eternal day,
No clouds nor tempest rise;
There gushing tears are wiped away
Forever from our eyes.
Charles Wesley.