45. I LOVE TO THINK OF THE HEAVENLY LAND. REFRAIN. 1 I love to think of the heav'nly land, Where white-rob'd angels are; Where many a friend is gather'd,safe From fear, and toil, and care. There'll be no part-ing, There'll be no part-ing, There'll be no part-ing, There'll be no part-ing there. 49. 1 I THINK When I read that sweet story of old, How He called little children as lambs to His fold— 2 I wish that His hands had been placed on my head, And that I might have seen His kind look when He said, 3 Yet still to His footstool in prayer I may go, And if I thus earnestly seek Him below, I shall see Him and hear Him above. 4 In that beautiful place He has gone to prepare I WANT TO BE LIKE JESUS. |