In Heaven all is gladness??? Here troubles press, and fears; Here often bowed and sighing, I eat ???the bread of tears.??? Here joy and sorrow mingle For Christ???s belov??d bride; But ???tis not so up yonder, For there doth joy abide. This world is not my homeland, In tents I pass my days; Tow???rd yonder shore of glory With yearnings eyes I gaze. While seeks the world its follies, I view yon citadel, Where, free from care and sorrow, Forever I shall dwell. Would I exchange conditions With one, whose all???s below? Nay, rather I???d be sowing Good seed, tho??? tears may flow. If at the close of journey I but in joy may reap, When worldlings??? joys are over, And they, too late, must weep. My hope for life eternal Rests on foundation sure; My cross I therefore gladly Will yet awhile endure. Soon there shall be no sorrow, No plaints, nor sighs for me, When, with uncovered vision, My Savior I shall see.