In the sunset bye and bye no grave
Shall mar the country side.
The love and happiness God gave
Is not denied.

No mourners in that land shall weep,
Nor shall the grave hide pain,
No vigils shall a loved one keep
When Christ shall reign.

A grave, no loved one, there shall claim
To be o’re grown with weed
Nor shall a tombstone there reveal a name
For all to read.

For Christ returns the loved one dead
For aye to hush deaths wail,
Then joy shall o’re our beings spread
If we prevail.