2. My Saviour's love, his dying love, Hath made my hope secure; And safe in him I jour-ney on,

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Boys.

Girls.

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sin and sorrow free; know my home is sure:

My Saviour's blood, his precious blood, The blood so free-ly spilt, Hath
His gracious smile, his lov - ing smile Shall cheer me all the way;

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I LOVE to think of heaven,

Where white-robed angels are;

Where many a friend is gathered safe
From fear, and toil, and care.

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There'll be no sorrow there,

There'll be no sorrow there;

In heaven above, where all is love,
There'll be no sorrow there.

2.

I love to think of heaven,

Where my Redeemer reigns;

4.

I love to think of heaven,

The greetings there we'll meet:

Where rapturous songs of triumph rise The harps-the songs for ever ours—

In endless, joyous strains.

8.

I love to think of heaven,

The saints' eternal home;
Where palms, and robes, and crowns
And all our joys are one. [ne'er fade,

The walks-the golden streets.

5.

I love to think of heaven,
That promised land so fair;
Oh, how my raptured spirit longs
To be forever there.

Yes, we'll gather at the river, The beau-ti- ful, the beau-ti - ful river, Gather with the saints at the