
1 I love to think of the heav'nly land,
Where white-robed angels are;
Where many a friend is gathered safe,
From fear and toil and care.
Refrain:
There’ll be no parting,
There’ll be no parting,
There’ll be no parting,
There’ll be no parting there.
2 I love to think of the heav'nly land,
Where my Redeemer reigns,
Where rapturous songs of triumph rise,
In endless joyous strains. [Refrain]
3 I love to think of the heav'nly land,
The saints’ eternal home,
Where palms and robes, and crowns ne’er fade,
And all our joys are one. [Refrain]
4 I love to think of the heav'nly land,
That promised land so fair;
Oh, how my raptured spirit longs
To be forever there! [Refrain]
Source: Lutherförbundets Sångbok #E41
First Line: | I love to think of the heavenly land |
Title: | The Heavenly Land |
Author: | Lewis Hartsough |
Meter: | 8.6.8.6 with refrain |
Language: | English |
Refrain First Line: | There'll be no parting |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
I love to think of the heavenly land. [Heaven.] Anon. in the American New Golden Censer, 1864, in I. D. Sankey's Sacred Songs & Solos, 1878, &c.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, Appendix, Part II (1907)