1 There’s a region above,
Free from sin and temptation,
And a mansion of love
For each heir of salvation.
Then dismiss all thy fears,
Weary pilgrim of sorrow;
Though thy sun set in tears,
It will rise bright tomorrow.
2 There our toils will be done,
And free grace be our story;
God Himself be our sun,
And our unsetting glory.
In that world of delight,
Spring shall never be ended;
Nor shall shadows nor night
With its brightness be blended.
3 There shall friends no more part,
Nor shall farewells be spoken;
There’ll be balm for the heart
That with anguish was broken.
From affliction set free,
And from God ne’er to sever,
We His glory shall see,
And enjoy Him forever.