Hymn 412

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

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

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

4In that eternal day,
No evil, no distress ;
There gushing tears are swept away
Forever from our eyes.