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We read of a place that's called heaven, |
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It's made for the pure and the free; |
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These truths in God's word He has given, |
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How beautiful heaven must be. |
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Chorus: |
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How beautiful heaven must be |
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Sweet home of the happy and free; |
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Fair haven of rest for the weary, |
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How beautiful heaven must be. |
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In heaven no drooping nor pining, |
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No wishing for elsewhere to be; |
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God's light is forever, there shining, |
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How beautiful heaven must be. |
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Chorus: |
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How beautiful heaven must be |
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Sweet home of the happy and free; |
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Fair haven of rest for the weary, |
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How beautiful heaven must be. |
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The angels so sweetly are singing, |
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Up there by the beautiful sea; |
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Sweet chords from their gold harps are ringing, |
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How beautiful heaven must be. |
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Chorus: |
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How beautiful heaven must be |
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Sweet home of the happy and free; |
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Fair haven of rest for the weary, |
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How beautiful heaven must be... |
