Songs

I love to think of the heavenly land

		
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				P.M.

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

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

2	I love to think of the heavenly land,
	Where my Redeemer reigns,
	Where rapt’rous songs of triumph rise
	In endless joyous strains.

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

4	I love to think of the heavenly land,
	The greetings there we’ll meet,
	The harps-the songs for ever ours-,
	The walks-the golden streets.

5	I love to think of the heavenly land,
	That promised land so fair;
	Oh, how my raptured spirit longs,
	To be for ever there!