1 verse:
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!
2 verse:
I love to think of the Heav'nly Land,
Where my Redeemer reigns,
Where rapturous songs of triumph rise,
In endless joyous strains.
3 verse:
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.
4 verse:
I love to think of the Heav'nly Land,
That promised land so fair;
Oh, how my raptured spirit longs
To be forever there!
