Scripture Verse

Each gate was of made of…pearl: and the street of the city was pure gold. Revelation 21:21

Introduction

Words: Ada Pow­ell, 1914.

Music: Dhaka Ben­ja­min B. Beall (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Po­well (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), or a bet­ter one of Beall,

portrait
Benjamin B. Beall
1874–1945

Lyrics

Sing to me of Hea­ven, sing that song of peace,
From the toils that bind me it will bring re­lease;
Burdens will be lift­ed that are press­ing so,
Showers of great bless­ing o’er my heart will flow.

Refrain

Sing to me of Hea­ven, let me fond­ly dream,
Of its gold­en glo­ry, of its pear­ly gleam;
Sing to me when sha­dows of the ev­en­ing fall,
Sing to me of Hea­ven, sweet­est song of all.

Sing to me of Hea­ven, as I walk alone,
Dreaming of the com­rades that so long have gone;
In a fair­er re­gion ’mong the an­gel throng,
They are hap­py as they sing that old, sweet song.

Refrain

Sing to me of Hea­ven, ten­der­ly and low,
Till the sha­dows o’er me rise and swift­ly go;
When my heart is wea­ry, when the day is long,
Sing to me of Hea­ven, sing that old, sweet song.

Refrain