4598. No Tears in Heaven

1. Our youth is transient like a flower,
That blooms, and fades, and dies;
Our life is but a summer cloud,
And like a shadow flies;
Then let us heed the warning voice—
Today its call we hear,
It speaks in deep and solemn tones,
That come from yonder bier.

2. The angel messenger of death,
Has gently borne away,
A dear companion from our side,
To realms of endless day;
Her voice no more will join with ours
The song of praise below,
It wakes a purer, sweeter strain,
Where only pleasures flow.

3. When gathered on the Sabbath morn,
Her vacant place we view,
We’ll think how bright the world she treads,
And in her steps pursue;
Be still, let every heart be still,
And all our sorrow quell,
We’ll bow submissive to His will,
Who doeth all things well.

Text Information
First Line: Our youth is transient like a flower
Title: No Tears in Heaven
Author: Frances Jane (Fanny) Crosby (1868)
Language: English
Source: The Silver Spray, by W. H. Doane (Cincinnati, Ohio: John Church & Co., 1868) (with the notation, "For the Death of a Scholar")
Copyright: Public Domain
Tune Information
Name: HONOLULU
Composer: William Howard Doane
Incipit: 34555 56117 65553
Key: C Major
Copyright: Public Domain



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