| 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 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 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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| --- Instrumental ---
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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 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… |