I love to sing of Heav’n,
Where white robed an­gels are;
Where ma­ny a friend is ga­thered safe
From fear, and toil, and care.

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There’ll be no sor­row there,
There’ll be no sor­row there;
In Heav’n ab­ove, where all is love,
There’ll be no sor­row there.

I love to think of Heav’n,
Where my Re­deem­er reigns;
Where rap­tur­ous songs of tri­umph rise,
In endl­ess, joy­ous strains.

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I love to think of Heav’n,
That pro­mised land so fair;
Oh, how my rap­tured spir­it longs
To be for­ev­er there.

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