(A.P. Bland - A.S. Bridgewater)

We read of a place that's called heaven
It's made for the pure and the free
These trueth in God's words he had given
How beautiful heaven must be.

How beautiful heaven must be
Sweet home of the happy and free
There heaven of rest for the weary
How beautiful heaven must be.

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In heaven no drooping nor pining
No wishing for elsewhere to be
God's light it's forever there shining
How beautiful heaven must be.

How beautiful heaven must be
Sweet home of the happy and free
There heaven of rest for the weary
How beautiful heaven must be.

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The angels so sweetly are singing
Up there by a beautiful sea
Sweet chords from their gold harps are ringing
How beautiful heaven must be.

How beautiful heaven must be
Sweet home of the happy and free
There heaven of rest for the weary
How beautiful heaven must be...