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 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