How Beautiful Heaven Must Be

We read of a place that’s called Heav­en

It’s made for the pure and the free;

These truths in God’s word He has giv­en

How beau­ti­ful Heav­en must be.

How beau­ti­ful Heav­en must be

Sweet home of the hap­py and free;

Fair hav­en 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 is for­ev­er there shin­ing

How beau­ti­ful Heav­en must be.

Pure wa­ters of life there are flow­ing

And all who will drink may be free;

Rare jew­els of splen­dor are glow­ing

How beau­ti­ful Heav­en must be.

The angels so sweet­ly are sing­ing

Up there by the beau­ti­ful sea;

The song of re­demp­tion is ring­ing

How beau­ti­ful Heav­en must be.