Heaven, the city made to last forever, a kind never,
Far above, where hearts aspires to dwell.
Heaven no night there,
The King's glory make every path clear.
In the golden streets we shall walk,
Our needs, no need to talk.
For Jehovah have in bulk,
All the wants we shall have in thought.
At Heaven death is dead,
Beside the rivers we will lay our heads.
To rest and restore the energies we destroy,
As we journeys from earth in toil.
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