Heaven is here, where hymns of glad­ness
Cheer the toil­ers’ rug­ged way,
In this world where clouds of sad­ness
Often change to night our day;
Heaven is here, where mi­se­ry light­ened
Of its hea­vy load is seen,
Where the face of sor­row bright­ened,
By the deed of love hath been.

Where the sad, the poor, des­pair­ing,
Are up­lift­ed, cheered, and blest,
Where in oth­ers’ la­bors shar­ing,
We can find our sur­est rest;
Where we heed the voice of du­ty,
Tread the path that Je­sus trod;
This is Hea­ven, its peace, its beau­ty,
Radiant with the love of God.