Heaven

1 Heaven is a blessed place,
Free to all of ev’ry race;
Boys and girls, and grown-ups too,
Till be there and so may you.

2 How to reach that blissful shore—
Has been told you o’er and o’er;
Trust God’s Son this very hour,
He will give you grace and pow’r.

3 Yes, I’ll trust God’s blessed Son,
Trust the work that He has done,
He has died on Calv’ry’s tree,
Ris’n on high to set us free.

4 From that happy home above
He will come for those He loves;
No more sorrow, sickness, tears,
Thro’ the everlasting years.


Source: Choice Hymns of the Faith #443