The Heavenly Land

Verse 1

I love to think of the heav'nly land, Where white-robed angels are; Where many a friend is gathered safe, From fear and toil and care.

Chorus

There’ll be no parting, There’ll be no parting, There’ll be no parting, There’ll be no parting there.

Verse 2

I love to think of the heav'nly land, Where my Redeemer reigns, Where rapturous songs of triumph rise, In endless joyous strains.

Verse 3

I love to think of the heav'nly land, The saints’ eternal home, Where palms and robes, and crowns ne’er fade, And all our joys are one.

Verse 4

I love to think of the heav'nly land, That promised land so fair; Oh, how my raptured spirit longs To be forever there!