Weeping may last for a night in the vale,
But there is joy in the morning for thee;
Bright in the land where no sorrows assail,
Jesus thy light and thy glory shall be.

Refrain:
Weeping will cease in that beautiful home;
There neither sighing nor sorrow can come.

So when the night of this life shall be o’er,
Thou shalt awake on the morning of rest;
Then shalt thou stand on that beautiful shore,
And with the image of Jesus be blest. [Refrain]

Oh, haste thee on in the heavenly way,
Joyfully enter thy home in the sky!
Pilgrims now passed thro’ the portals of day,
Resting at home in the mansions on high. [Refrain]