There's no disappointment in heaven-
That land of delight where I go;
Its skies are not darkened with shadows,
Nor dimmed its celestial glow.

No pining or sickness up yonder;
The inhabitants never grow old;
The joys and the glories of heaven
By mortals can never be told.

No sorrow can enter those bowers;
No dweller shall ever be sad;
There, glorified beings immortal,
In garments of glory are clad.

There, friendship shall never be broken;
No malice or envy shall rise;
There, love never chilleth or waneth,
And nothing there evermore dies.

O pilgrim on time's rugged pathway,
Speed on in thy heavenly race;
O think of the bliss everlasting
That awaits all the children of grace.

But pause, I exhort thee. and ponder
The cross, that the weight of sin
Must fall on thy blessed Redeemer
Ere thou these glories could win.

Every atom of wealth and of glory
That make up the fulness of bliss,
Was purchased by Him in deep anguish,
When He died to redeem and to bless.

Then think not so much of the glory,
The joys, the bliss and the crown;
But seek thou to worship more fully
The Man that from glory came down.

C. C. Crowston