1 I sing of Heav’n, that world of light
Beyond the azure skies,
Where never comes the gloom of night,
Where grandest glories rise.
O, Heaven’s nice! I know it is
All beautiful and fair;
Brighter, better world than this,
And I’ve a mansion there.
2 That Heaven must be nice indeed—
No sorrow, pain, nor care,
Nor death, shall cast a blighting shade—
No sin can enter there. [Refrain]
3 The heav’nly city I behold,
In grandeur bright and clear,
With pearly gates and streets of gold,
And walls of jewels rare. [Refrain]
4 There, shining ranks of angels stand,
And children there I see—
O, what a bright seraphic band!
When will they come for me? [Refrain]
5 Some day, on radiant wing, they’ll come
And bear me to the skies,
To join them in their happy home,
And prove that Heaven’s nice. [Refrain]Source: The Cyber Hymnal #13892