We read of a place that's called heaven it's made for the pure and the free These truethen 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 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... 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...Página 1 / 1