1 Oh, what a mighty change
Shall Jesus' suff'rers know,
While o'er the happy plains they range,
Incapable of woe!
No ill-requited love
Shall there our spirits wound:
No base ingratitude above,--
No sin in heaven is found.
2 There all our griefs are spent:
There all our sorrows end:
We can not there the fall lament
Of a departed friend;
A brother dead to God,
By sin, alas! undone:
No father there, in passion loud,
Cries, O my son! my son!
3 No slightest touch of pain,
Nor sorrow's least alloy,
Can violate our rest, or stain
Our purity of joy:
In that eternal day
No clouds or tempests rise;
There gushing tears are wiped away
For ever from our eyes.
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First Line: | Oh, what a mighty change Shall Jesus' suff'rers know |
Author: | C. Wesley |
Meter: | S. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
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Topic: | Heaven; God shall Wipe away all Tears |