There is no night in heaven;
In that blest world above
Work never can bring weariness,
For work itself is love.
There is no grief in heaven;
There all is perfect day;
And tears are of those former things
Which all have passed away.
There is no sin in heaven;
Behold that blessed throng-
All holy is their spotless robe,
All holy is their song!
There is no death in heaven;
For they who gain that shore
Have won their immortality,
And they can die no more.
Francis Minden Knollis
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