I love to think of the heavenly land,

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 rapturous songs of triumph rise
In endless jovous 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 !