We Find Many People Who Can’t Understand
Why We Are So Happy And Free:
We’ve Crossed Over Jordan To Canaan’s Fair Land,
And This Is Like Heaven To Me.

Oh, This Is Like Heaven To Me,
Yes, This Is Like Heaven To Me;
I’ve Crossed Over Jordan To Canaan’s Fair Land,
And This Is Like Heaven To Me.

So When We Are Happy We Sing And We Shout;
Some Don’t Understand Us, I See;
We’re Filled With The Spirit, There Isn’t A Doubt,
And This Is Like Heaven To Me.

We’ve Heard The Sweet Music, The Heavenly Chord,
From Glory Land Over The Sea;
A Soul-Thrilling Message From Jesus, Our Lord,
And This Is Like Heaven To Me.

We’re Looking For Jesus With Glory To Come-
‘Tis Jesus Who Died On The Tree;
A Cloud Of Bright Angels To Carry Me Home
Oh, That Will Be Heaven To Me.

Oh, That Will Be Heaven To Me,
Yes, That Will Be Heaven To Me;
A Cloud Of Bright Angels To Carry Me Home
Yes, That Will Be Heaven To Me.