H-208Sing To Me Of Heaven

Sing to me of heaven, sing that song of peace

From the toil that binds me it will bring release;

Burdens will be lifted that are pressing so,

Showers of great blessings o'er my heart will flow.

Sing to me of heaven as I walk alone,

Dreaming of the comrade that so long has gone;

In a fairer region, 'mong the angel throng,

We are happy as they sing that old sweet song.

Sing to me of heaven, tenderly and low,

Till the shadows o'er me rise and swiftly go;

When my heart is weary, when the day is long,

Sing to me of heaven, sing that old sweet song.

Sing to me of heaven, let me fondly dream

Of its golden glory, of its pearly gleam;

Sing to me when shadows of the evening fall,

Sing to me of heaven, sweetest song of all.