I Love To Think Of The Heavenly Land,
Where White-Robed Angels Are,
Where Many A Friend Is Gathered Safe
From Fear, And Toil, And Care.

There’ll Be No Parting, There’ll Be No Parting,
There’ll Be No Parting, There’ll Be No Parting There.

I Love To Think Of The Heavenly Land,
Where My Redeemer Reigns,
Where Rapturous Songs Of Triumph Rise
In Endless Jovous Strains.

I Love To Think Of The Heavenly Land,
The Saints’ Eternal Home,
Where Palms, And Robes, And Crowns Ne’er Fade,
And All Our Joys Are One.

I Love To Think Of The Heavenly Land,
The Greetings There We’ll Meet,
The Harps The Songs For Ever Ours
The Walks The Golden Streets.

I Love To Think Of The Heavenly Land,
That Promised Land So Fair;
Oh, How My Raptured Spirit Longs
To Be For Ever There !