Considering Heaven: Some Lyrics

I guess as kind of a "final" post for talking about meditating on Heaven I wanted to post some lyrics from songs about Heaven. There are many I could put, but here are just a few that I really liked.

"We shall all behold the King, and His holy praises sing,
Till the heav’nly arches ring, in that happy world above.
Nor shall sin e’er enter there, neither doubtings or despair,
Shall corrupt those mansions fair, in that happy world above.
Saints and angels in one throng, praise their King in rapturous song,
And the lofty strains prolong, in that happy world above."
--"That Happy World Above" by J.M. Huston

"Sweet paradise! my future home,The place of all the free;
Where never-fading flowers bloom—I long to dwell in thee.
Sweet paradise! where we shall meet, and with our Savior reign,
Beyond the final judgment seat, where comes no sinful stain.
Sweet paradise! no night can fall on thy resplendent shore;
Celestial day shines over all, and shall forevermore.
Sweet paradise! oh, joys untold! ’Tis there I long to fly,
Where worlds of pleasure will unfold, where man shall never die."
--"Sweet Paradise" by Barney E. Warren

"Sweet place; sweet place alone!
The court of God most high,The heaven of heavens, the throne Of spotless majesty!
O happy place! When shall I be, my God, with Thee,To see Thy face?
No tears from any eyes drop in that holy choir,
but death itself there dies, and sighs themselves expire.
There should temptations cease, my frailties there should end.
There should I rest in peace In the arms of my best friend."
--"Sweet Place" by Samuel Crossman

"The sands of time are sinking, the dawn of Heaven breaks;
The summer morn I’ve sighed for—the fair, sweet morn awakes:
Dark, dark hath been the midnight, but dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

The King there in His beauty, without a veil is seen
It were a well spent journey, though seven deaths lay between
The Lamb with His fair army, doth on Mount Zion stand,
And glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

With mercy and with judgment my web of time He wove,
And aye, the dews of sorrow were lustered with His love;
I’ll bless the hand that guided, I’ll bless the heart that planned
When throned where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

Soon shall the cup of glory wash down earth’s bitterest woes,
Soon shall the desert briar break into Eden’s rose;
The curse shall change to blessing the name on earth that’s banned
Be graven on the white stone in Immanuel’s land.

They’ve summoned me before them, but there I may not come,
My Lord says “Come up hither,” My Lord says “Welcome home!”
My King, at His white throne, my presence doth command
Where glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land."
--"The sands of time are sinking" by Anne Cousin