Come Let Us Sing of Heaven

Come let us sing of Heav­en

That glor­ious home ab­ove;

Where Je­sus reigns for­ev­er

And all is light and love;

Where gold­en harps are ring­ing

In sweet me­lo­di­ous lays

And an­gel choirs are sing­ing

Their songs of grate­ful praise.

Come let us sing of Heav­en

That hap­py land so fair

Beyond death’s gloomy riv­er

No sor­row en­ters there;

Within the shin­ing por­tals

The saints and an­gels meet;

They cast their crowns of glo­ry

Beneath the Sav­ior’s feet.

They praise the God of Heav­en

Their sov­ereign they ad­ore;

Their hymns of loud ho­san­nas

Shall ring for­ev­er­more–

And when we reach that hav­en

Of our im­mor­tal rest

We’ll join the heav’n­ly chor­us

And be for­ev­er blest.