The Eden Above

We shall meet in the Ed­en ab­ove

In that beau­ti­ful land of the blest;

All our tri­als and pains will be o’er

When we en­ter that man­sion of rest.

In the beau­ti­ful

beau­ti­ful Ed­en ab­ove

In the beau­ti­ful

beau­ti­ful Ed­en ab­ove

All our tri­als and pains will be o’er

When we en­ter that man­sion of rest.

When we meet in the Ed­en ab­ove

When we en­ter that bliss­ful ab­ode

All the good who have passed on be­fore

We shall meet in the Ci­ty of God.

In the beau­ti­ful

beau­ti­ful Ed­en ab­ove

In the beau­ti­ful

beau­ti­ful Ed­en ab­ove

All the good who have passed on be­fore

We shall meet in the Ci­ty of God.

The saints of all ag­es are there

The pro­phets and mar­tyrs of old;

The child­ren whose voic­es on earth are still

Now sing in that ci­ty of gold.

In the beau­ti­ful

beau­ti­ful Ed­en ab­ove

In the beau­ti­ful

beau­ti­ful Ed­en ab­ove

The child­ren whose voic­es on earth are still

Now sing in that ci­ty of gold.