Written By Rev. A. S. Bridgewater and A. P. Bland
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 (must be),
Sweet home of the happy and free;
Fair haven of rest for the weary,
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.
How beautiful heaven must be (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.
How beautiful heaven must be (must be),
Sweet home of the happy and free;
Fair haven of rest for the weary,
How beautiful heaven must be.
The angels so sweetly are singing,
Up there by the beautiful sea;
Sweet chords from their gold harps are ringing,
How beautiful heaven must be.
How beautiful heaven must be (must be),
Sweet home of the happy and free;
Fair haven of rest for the weary,
How beautiful heaven must be.
