In this world there are burdens we must bear

And our eyes are made wet and dim with tears

There’s no grief neither sorrow over there

In that land where there are no days nor years.

Tho' we toil oft our labor seems in vain

We have faith tho' no fruit our vision cheers

But the Lord will all mystery make plain

In that land where there are no days nor years.

So we smile as we labor day by day

And forget all our sorrows, griefs and fears

For when all earthly things have passed away

We shall dwell where there are no days nor years.