Heaven is a blessed place.
Free to all of every race;
Boys and girls, and grown-up too,
Will be there and so may you.
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 power.
Yes, I’ll trust God’s blessed Son,
Trust the work that He has done,
He has died on Calvary’s tree,
Risen on high to set us free.
From that happy home above
He will come for those He loves;
No more sorrow, sickness, tears,
Through the everlasting years.