I love to think of heaven,

Where white-robed angels are,

Where many a friend is gathered safe,

From fear, and toil, and care.

CHORUS.

There will be no more parting there,

There will be no more parting there,

In heaven above, where all is love,

There will be no more parting there.

2 I love to think of heaven,

Where my Redeemer reigns,

Where rapturous songs of triumph rise,

In endless, joyous strains.

3 I love to think of heaven,

The saints’ eternal home,

Where palms, and robes, and crowns ne’er fade,

And all our joys are one.

4 I love to think of heaven,

The greetings there we’ll meet,

The harps—the songs for ever ours—

The walks—the golden streets.

5 I love to think of heaven,

That promised land so fair;

O how my raptured spirit longs

To be for ever there.