No Graves on the Hillsides of Heaven

Dedicated to the Life of Marion Bradshaw

There’s no disappointment in Heaven
No weariness, sorrow or pain
No hearts that are bleeding and broken
No song with a minor refrain
The clouds of our earthly horizon
Will never appear in the sky
For all will be sunshine and gladness
With never a sob or a sigh

I’m bound for that beautiful city
My Lord has prepared for His own
Where all the redeemed of the ages
Sing ‘Glory’ around the white throne

Sometimes I grow weary for Heaven
And the glories I there shall behold
What a joy that will be when my Saviour I see
In that beautiful city of gold

We’ll never pay rent for our mansion
The taxes will never be due
Our clothes will never be threadbare
But always be fadeless and new
We’ll never be hungry or thirsty
Nor languish in poverty there
For all the rich bounties of Heaven
God’s sanctified children will share

There’ll never be crepe on the door knob
Nor funeral train in the sky
No graves on the hillsides of Heaven
For there we shall nevermore die
The old will be young there for ever
Transformed in a moment of time
Immortal, we’ll stand in His likeness
The stars and the sun to outshine

Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also. (John 14:1-3).