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How beautiful heaven must be
Where God’s light is forever shining
Prepared for those from sin flee
Where their shall be no weeping nor wailing
I’m going to a place
Where their is neither harm nor bokoharam
I’m glad to be saved by God’s grace
Their is no cause for dread alarm
I’m going to a beautiful home
I shall thread the street of gold
Ever around the bright throne
God’s beauty I shall behold
I’m going to heaven
Where the angels forever sing
Where the saints sing praises twenty-four seven
Where the Angels sweet chords from their harp of gold ring
