1 O what a mighty change
Shall Jesus' followers know,
When o'er the happy plains they range,
Incapable of woe!

2 There all our griefs are passed;
There all our sorrows end;
We gain a peaceful rest at last,
With Jesus Christ, our Friend.

3 No slightest touch of pain,
Nor sorrow's least alloy,
Can violate our rest, or stain
Our purity of joy.

4 In that eternal day,
No clouds nor tempests rise;
There gushing tears are wiped away
Forever from our eyes.