3 I love to think of heaven,
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 heaven,
The greetings there we’ll meet,
The harps—the songs for ever ours—
The walks—the golden streets.
5 I love to think of heaven,
That promised land so fair;