No More Good-Byes

Where life’s crys­tal stream doth flow

And the tree of life doth bloom

Where no chill­ing frost can fall

On flow­ers that sweet­ly bloom;

Where the glo­ry of the Lord

Shines thro’ all the cloud­less skies

There

as end­less ag­es roll

Shall be no more good­byes.

No more good­byes

no more good­byes

O

bless­èd thought! No more good­byes;

Midst the glo­ry of the Lord

In that home be­yond the skies

Where the end­less ag­es roll

Shall be no more good­byes.

There the good again shall meet

Who have clasped the part­ing hand;

Fathers

mo­thers

child­ren dear

Around the throne shall stand;

There no tem­pest e’er shall blow

There no dis­mal cloud arise

And in that eter­nal home

Shall be no more good­byes.

Where no signs of age are seen

And they nev­er sor­row more

Where no sick­ness e’er can come

Where death has lost his pow­er

Where they feel no weight of care

And no tears be­dim the eyes;

All the good shall meet again

And speak no more good­byes.