Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

Hymn #656: I Love To Sing Of Heav'N

Hymn #655 Hymn #657

Death, Resurrection, and Eternity

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656 (S.M.) Lewis Hartsough

I love to sing of heav'n,

Where white robed angels are;

Where many a friend is gathered safe

From fear, and toil, and care.


There'll be no sorrow there,

There'll be no sorrow there;

In heav'n above, where all is love,

There'll be no sorrow there.

I love to think of heav'n,

Where my Redeemer reigns;

Where rapt'rous songs of triumph rise,

In endless, joyous strains.

I love to think of heav'n,

The saints' eternal home,

Where palms, and robes, and crowns ne'er fade,

And all our joys are one.

I love to think of heav'n,

That promised land so fair;

Oh, how my raptured spirit longs

To be forever there.

Hymn #655 Hymn #657