I Love to Sing of Heaven

I love to sing of Heav’n

Where white robed an­gels are;

Where ma­ny a friend is ga­thered safe

From fear

and toil

and care.

There’ll be no sor­row there

There’ll be no sor­row there;

In Heav’n ab­ove

where all is love

There’ll be no sor­row there.

I love to think of Heav’n

Where my Re­deem­er reigns;

Where rap­tur­ous songs of tri­umph rise

In endl­ess

joy­ous strains.

I love to think of Heav’n

That pro­mised land so fair;

Oh

how my rap­tured spir­it longs

To be for­ev­er there.