Heaven Holds All to Me

Verse 1

Earth holds no treasures but perish with using, However precious they be; Yet there’s a country to which I am going, Heaven holds all to me.

Chorus

Heaven holds all to me, Brighter its glory will be; Joy without measure will be my treasure, Heaven holds all to me.

Verse 2

Out on the hill of that wonderful country, Happy, contented and free, Loved ones are waiting and watching my coming, Heaven holds all to me.

Verse 3

Why should I long for the world with its sorrows, When in that home o’er the sea, Millions are singing the wonderful story, Heaven holds all to me.