Heaven
There is a place I long to go
To see the ones that I love so
A mansion is waiting there for me
When the last of this old world I see
“I’ve got a mansion just over the hilltop….”
To heaven where no tears are cried
Where pain and sorrow do not abide
What wondrous things up there will be
When heaven’s bright city, I see
“In that bright land where we’ll never grow old….”
The streets are paved with gold
A crystal stream flows, I am told
Meadows of lushest green I can trod
A heavenly choir sings praises to God
“And someday yonder we will never more wander….”
There will be no darkness there
Sonlight glistening everywhere
The wondrous tree standing tall
Flower gardens the lovliest of all
“But walk the streets that are purest gold…”
But the most wonderful thing to behold
Will not be those shiny streets of gold
But the glory of His face I will see
When at that gate He welcomes me
Words( in quotations) and music by Ira F. Stanphill
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