Hymn 991: I love to think of the heavenly land

I love to think of the heavenly land, Where white-robed angels are, Where many a friend is gathered safe From fear, and toil, and care.

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 heavenly land, Where my Redeemer reigns, Where rapturous songs of triumph rise In endless jovous strains.

3. I love to think of the heavenly land, The saints' eternal home, Where palms, and robes, and crowns ne'er fade, And all our joys are one.

4. I love to think of the heavenly land, The greetings there we'll meet, The harps — the songs for ever ours — The walks — the golden streets.

5. I love to think of the heavenly land, That promised land so fair; Oh, how my raptured spirit longs To be for ever there !