Heaven to me is the true land of the free,
With no tears, sadness or pain.
My eyes will see Glory as I hear the old story,
And hear them announce my full name.
I'll look over yonder with awe and with wonder
At the faces of names in the Book;
With the angels I'll praise the Ancient of Days,
And experience joy with each look.
My lips won't quit singing as I hear joy bells ringing
As the Creator is seated on high;
Because heaven to me is the true land of the free
Where I plan to go when I die.
With no tears, sadness or pain.
My eyes will see Glory as I hear the old story,
And hear them announce my full name.
I'll look over yonder with awe and with wonder
At the faces of names in the Book;
With the angels I'll praise the Ancient of Days,
And experience joy with each look.
My lips won't quit singing as I hear joy bells ringing
As the Creator is seated on high;
Because heaven to me is the true land of the free
Where I plan to go when I die.
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