1 A dismal spectre, dark and tall,
Here throws its shadow over all;
But in that blessed land on high
Is never heard the word, good-bye.
Refrain:
O happy land, O blessed land,
Where no one gives the parting hand;
In that fair land above the sky,
Is never heard the word, good-bye.
2 It enters ev’ry home on earth,
It enters halls of joy and mirth;
The laugh is hushed, we breathe a sigh,
As we are forced to say, good-bye. [Refrain]
3 But when we meet in heav’n above,
We’ll never leave the friends we love;
Together there, while ages fly,
We’ll never hear the word, good-bye. [Refrain]
4 Tho’ now we give the parting hand,
We’ll meet up yonder in that land,
Where we will see no weeping eye,
Caused by these words, good-bye, good-bye. [Refrain]
Source: Songs of Love and Praise No. 4 #234
Johnson Oatman, Jr., son of Johnson and Rachel Ann Oatman, was born near Medford, N. J., April 21, 1856. His father was an excellent singer, and it always delighted the son to sit by his side and hear him sing the songs of the church.
Outside of the usual time spent in the public schools, Mr. Oatman received his education at Herbert's Academy, Princetown, N. J., and the New Jersey Collegiate Institute, Bordentown, N. J. At the age of nineteen he joined the M.E. Church, and a few years later he was granted a license to preach the Gospel, and still later he was regularly ordained by Bishop Merrill. However, Mr. Oatman only serves as a local preacher.
For many years he was engaged with his father in the mercantile business at Lumberton… Go to person page >
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