How beautiful heaven must be

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 hath 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.

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.

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