We read of a place that's called heaven

It's made for the pure and the free;

These truths in God's word He has given

How beautiful heaven must be

How beautiful heaven must be

Sweet home of the happy and free;

Fair haven of rest for the weary

How beautiful heaven must be

In heaven no drooping nor pining

No wishing for elsewhere to be;

God's light is forever there shining

How beautiful heaven must be

How beautiful heaven must be

Sweet home of the happy and free;

Fair haven of rest for the weary

How beautiful heaven must be

The angels so sweetly are singing

Up there by the 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;

Fair haven of rest for the weary

How beautiful heaven must be