They have reach’d you golden shore

Up in heav'n; up in heav’n,

They shall hunger there no more,

They are ever free from pain:

Up in heav’n; up in heav’n.

There they need no light of lamp,

Up in heav'n up in heav’n;

There they have perpetual light,

Jesus is their shinning light

Up in heav’n up in heav’n.

Ah, the street are made of gold,

Up heav’n up in heav’n;

There the glory never fades,

For the flock of Christ they are,

Up in heav'n; up in heav’n.

It is never chilly there,

Up heav'n; up in heav’n;

For the their winter is all past,

Every day is ever bright,

Up in heav'n; up in heav’n.

They have fell ceased from their fight,

Up in heav’n; up in heav’n;

Jesus Christ has saved them,

They with Him walk hand in hand,

Up in heav'n; up in heav’n,

They shall no more cry nor weep,

Up in heav'n; up in heav'n;

Jesus is always with them,

With Him is abundant joy,

Up in heav'n; up in heav’n,

Ah we shall soon join the throng

Up in heav’n, up in heav'n;

We expect our time to come

When our Lord shall call us home,

Up in heav’n; up in heav'n,