Who are honest, sound -- true to the heart's core;
Who condemn wrong in friend or foe,
in themselves as well as others;
Whose consciences are steady as the needle to the pole;
Who will stand for the right if the heavens totter and the earth reels;
Who can tell the truth and stand by it;
Who neither flag nor flinch;
Who can have courage without whistling
for it, and joy without shouting to
bring it;
Who have the current of everlasting life running deep, still and strong --
Who know their message and tell it, know their duty and do it, know their place and fill it --
Who are not too lazy to work, nor too pround to be poor,
Who are willing to eat what they have earned, and use what they have paid for.
It's made for the pure and the free;
These truths in God's Word He has given.
How beautiful heaven must be.
In heaven, no drooping nor pining,
No wishing for elsewhere to be;
God's light is forever there shining,
How beautiful heaven must be.
Pure waters of life there are flowing,
And all who will drink may be free;
Rare jewels of splendor are glowing,
How beautiful heaven must be.
The angels so sweetly are singing,
Up there by the beautiful sea;
Sweet chords from their
gold harps are ringing,
How beautiful heaven must be.
