In Heaven All Is Gladness

In Heav­en all is glad­ness—

Here trou­bles press

and fears;

Here oft­en bowed and sigh­ing

I eat the bread of tears.

Here joy and sor­row min­gle

For Christ’s be­lov­èd bride;

But ’tis not so up yon­der

For there doth joy abide.

This world is not my home­land

In tents I pass my days;

Tow’rd yon­der shore of glo­ry

With yearn­ings eyes I gaze.

While seeks the world its fol­lies

I view yon ci­ta­del

Where

free from care and sor­row

Forever I shall dwell.

Would I ex­change con­di­tions

With one

whose all’s be­low?

Nay

ra­ther I’d be sow­ing

Good seed

tho’ tears may flow.

If at the close of jour­ney

I but in joy may reap

When world­lings’ joys are ov­er

And they

too late

must weep.

My hope for life eter­nal

Rests on foun­da­tion sure;

My cross I there­fore glad­ly

Will yet awhile en­dure.

Soon there shall be no sor­row

No plaints

nor sighs for me

When

with un­covered vi­sion

My Sav­ior I shall see.