1 Come let us sing of Heav­en,
That glor­ious home ab­ove;
Where Je­sus reigns for­ev­er,
And all is light and love;
Where gold­en harps are ring­ing
In sweet me­lo­di­ous lays,
And an­gel choirs are sing­ing
Their songs of grate­ful praise.

2 Come let us sing of Heav­en,
That hap­py land so fair,
Beyond death’s gloomy riv­er,
No sor­row en­ters there;
Within the shin­ing por­tals
The saints and an­gels meet;
They cast their crowns of glo­ry
Beneath the Sav­ior’s feet.

3 They praise the God of Heav­en,
Their sov­ereign they ad­ore;
Their hymns of loud ho­san­nas
Shall ring for­ev­er­more;­
And when we reach that hav­en
Of our im­mor­tal rest,
We’ll join the heav’n­ly chor­us,
And be for­ev­er blest.