Up in Heaven

Up in Heav­en

up in Heav­en

In the bright place far away

He whom bad men cru­ci­fied

Sitteth at His Fa­ther’s side

Til the judg­ment day.

And He loves His lit­tle child­ren

And He plead­eth for them there

Asking the great God of Heav’n

That their sins may be for­giv’n

And He hears their pray­er.

Never more a help­less ba­by

Born in po­ver­ty and pain

But with aw­ful glo­ry crowned

With His an­gels stand­ing round

He shall come again.

Then the wick­ed souls shall trem­ble

And the good souls shall re­joice;

Parents

child­ren

every one

Then shall stand be­fore His throne

And shall hear His voice.

And all faith­ful ho­ly Christ­ians

Who their mas­ter’s work have done

Shall ap­pear at His right hand

And in­her­it the fair land

That His love has won.