by isingforhim » Tue Jun 24, 2008 1:46 pm
I'm Going To Heaven
They tell me of a city, that's just beyond the sky
They say the population will never, never die.
There we'll walk forever upon the streets of gold
And in that land immortal, we'll never more grow old.
Chorus
I'm going to Heaven, I'm going there when I die
I'm going to Heaven, in the sweet ,sweet by and by
I've placed my order far a mansion and a crown
And in that book up yonder, my name is written down
There will be no taxes, no rent we'll have to pay
This deed is for your mansion, we'll hear the angels say
No washing and no mending, no clothes that look threadbare.
We'll have a snow-white garment of righteousness to wear
There will be no sorrow, all tears are wiped away
The undertakers signboard will not be on display
There will be no doctor with a pillcase in his hand
For there will be no sickness within that happy land
We'll see the old time Baptist, who trod the holy way
Some Nazarines and Pilgrims, some Methodists they say
But best of all my brother, our Saviour we will see
And what a grand homecoming that glorious day will be.
I'm Going To Heaven
They tell me of a city, that's just beyond the sky
They say the population will never, never die.
There we'll walk forever upon the streets of gold
And in that land immortal, we'll never more grow old.
Chorus
I'm going to Heaven, I'm going there when I die
I'm going to Heaven, in the sweet ,sweet by and by
I've placed my order far a mansion and a crown
And in that book up yonder, my name is written down
There will be no taxes, no rent we'll have to pay
This deed is for your mansion, we'll hear the angels say
No washing and no mending, no clothes that look threadbare.
We'll have a snow-white garment of righteousness to wear
There will be no sorrow, all tears are wiped away
The undertakers signboard will not be on display
There will be no doctor with a pillcase in his hand
For there will be no sickness within that happy land
We'll see the old time Baptist, who trod the holy way
Some Nazarines and Pilgrims, some Methodists they say
But best of all my brother, our Saviour we will see
And what a grand homecoming that glorious day will be.