1 No seas again shall sever;
No desert intervene;
No deep, sad flowing river
Shall roll its tide between.
2 No bleak cliffs upward towering,
Shall bound our eager sight;
No tempest darkly lowering,
Shall wrap us in its night.
3 Love, and unsevered union,
Of soul with those we love,
Nearness and glad communion
Shall be our joy above.
4 No dread of wasting sickness,
No thought of ache or pain,
No fretting hours of weakness,
Shall mar our peace again.
5 No death our homes o’ershading,
Shall e’er our harps unstring,
For all is life unfading,
In presence of our king.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9556