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.
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.
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.