No more tears or sorrow, no pain to bear there then, which doth His word say
He said He'd prepare for us a place and it's there we'll be everyday.
Maybe the mountains we can scale, to see the snow-caps on high,
Or maybe there are valleys green, which our Savior will walk with us nigh.

For, He's the Lily of the Valley. He's the Bright and Morning Star.
He's the King of Kings, who saved us as we were wandering off afar.
He knows our loves in each others hearts. I'm sure it's written down somewhere
In the glory of tomorrow, which doth rest in His wonderfully Holy care.

He will gently keep you; wipe away the teardrops from thy loving face.
For in the Glory of tomorrow, we'll see no more tears in that sweet heavenly place;
As we live in splendor with our Savior, who died upon an old cross,
That we, who will one day join the other, will never suffer loss.

For in this world of life and death, true love is never really lost;
As it's held in the heart of ones who loves us, at our loving Savior's cost.
He gave His life freely, that you and I might always truly be
Able to love each other and we can always search inside our heart to see.

So, if the Glory of the sun rises tomorrow and finds me not here with thee,
You to will come on soon? For through Him, we found the victory
In the lying down of His sweet life, that he might wipe away all our sin.
Then, with the promise of a home in Heaven, we'll be together again.