We read of a place that's called heaven, It's made for the pure and the free; These truths in God's word He hath given, How beautiful heaven must be. Chorus: How beautiful heaven must be, Sweet home of the happy and free, Fair haven of rest for the weary, How beautiful heaven must be. In heaven no drooping, nor pining, No wishing for elsewhere to be; God's light is for ever there shining, How beautiful heaven must be. (Chorus) Pure waters of life there are flowing, There yielding her fruit is the tree; Rare jewels of splendor are glowing, How beautiful heaven must be. (Chorus) The angels so sweetly are singing, Up there by the beautiful sea; Sweet chords from their gold harps are ringing, How beautiful heaven must be. (Chorus)