Heaven Holds All to Me

Earth holds no trea­sures but per­ish with us­ing

However pre­cious they be;

Yet there’s a coun­try to which I am go­ing:

Heaven holds all to me.

Heaven holds all to me

Brighter its glo­ry will be;

Joy with­out mea­sure will be my trea­sure:

Heaven holds all to me.

Out on the hills of that won­der­ful coun­try

Happy

con­tent­ed and free

Loved ones are wait­ing and watch­ing my com­ing:

Heaven holds all to me.

Why should I long for the world with its sor­rows

When in that home o’er the sea

Millions are sing­ing the won­der­ful sto­ry?

Heaven holds all to me.