Earth holds no trea­sures but per­ish with us­ing,
However pre­cious they be;
Yet there’s a coun­try to which I am go­ing:
Heaven holds all to me.

Refrain

Heaven holds all to me,
Brighter its glo­ry will be;
Joy with­out mea­sure will be my trea­sure:
Heaven holds all to me.

Out on the hills of that won­der­ful coun­try,
Happy, con­tent­ed and free,
Loved ones are wait­ing and watch­ing my com­ing:
Heaven holds all to me.

Refrain

Why should I long for the world with its sor­rows,
When in that home o’er the sea,
Millions are sing­ing the won­der­ful sto­ry?
Heaven holds all to me.

Refrain