I Love To Think Of The Heavenly Land,
Where White-Robed Angels Are,
Where Many A Friend Is Gathered Safe
From Fear, And Toil, And Care.
Thereāll Be No Parting,
Thereāll Be No Parting,
Thereāll Be No Parting,
Thereāll Be No Parting There.
I Love To Think Of The Heavenly Land,
Where My Redeemer Reigns,
Where Rapturous Songs Of Triumph Rise
In Endless Joyous Strains.
Thereāll Be No Parting,
Thereāll Be No Parting,
Thereāll Be No Parting,
Thereāll Be No Parting There.
I Love To Think Of The Heavenly Land,
The Saintsā Eternal Home,
Where Palms, And Robes,
And Crowns Neāer Fade,
And All Our Joys Are One.
Thereāll Be No Parting,
Thereāll Be No Parting,
Thereāll Be No Parting,
Thereāll Be No Parting There.