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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 hath given,
How beautiful Heaven must be.
How beautiful Heaven 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,
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,
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,
Sweet home of the happy and free;
Fair haven of rest for the weary,
How beautiful Heaven must be.
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