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. 

(Instrumental)

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...