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?"
Chorus:
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