1 Could promise be more sweet than this,
More comfort give thro' weary years,
That in the future home of bliss,
Our "God shall wipe away all tears?"
Let Alleluias rise and swell,
And music ring thro' distant spheres;
Within the home where saints shall dwell,
Our "God shall wipe away all tears."
2 No speechless sorrow shall be there,
Death's angel shall not wake our fears;
No lonely grave, no vacant char,
For "God shall wipe away all tears." [Chorus]
3 Beside the brink of life's bright stream,
The bride elect with joy appears,
For in the glad, new city's gleam,
Our "God shall wipe away all tears." [Chorus]Source: Singing by the Way (Rev. ed.) #43