1 In heav'n is joy and gladness,
But while I sojourn here,
So often, bowed in sadness,
I shed the bitter tear.
Here ills, alway prevailing,
Distress the Savior's bride;
Here mirth is lost in wailing;
In heav'n but joys abide.
2 I do not strive for pleasures
That fools pursue on earth,
I sow in tears for treasures
That have more lasting worth.
If, when my journey endeth,
The sheaves I gather in,
The bliss the fool pretendeth
I do not yearn to win.
3 For I shall see my Jesus,
He is my Hope and Stay;
The cross that me oppresses
He then shall take away.
Then nothing more shall grieve me,
And no adversity
Shall of my joy bereave me;
Soon I shall Jesus see.
Source: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #482