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 sweet home of the happy and free
There heaven of rest for the weary 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 sweet home of the happy and free
There heaven of rest for the weary how beautiful heaven must be

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