We read of a place that's called heaven,
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It's made for the pure and the free;
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These truths in God's word He has given,
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How beautiful heaven must be.
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[Chorus:]
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How beautiful heaven must be
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Sweet home of the happy and free;
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Fair haven of rest for the weary,
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How beautiful heaven must be.
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In heaven no drooping nor pining,
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No wishing for elsewhere to be;
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God's light is forever, there shining,
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How beautiful heaven must be.
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[Chorus:]
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How beautiful heaven must be
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Sweet home of the happy and free;
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Fair haven of rest for the weary,
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How beautiful heaven must be.
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[Instrumental]
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The angels so sweetly are singing,
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Up there by the beautiful sea;
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Sweet chords from their gold harps are ringing,
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How beautiful heaven must be.
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[Chorus:]
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How beautiful heaven must be
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Sweet home of the happy and free;
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Fair haven of rest for the weary,
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How beautiful heaven must be...
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How Beautiful Heaven Must Be
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| George Jones |
