ON THE HEAVENLY LINE

I'm going home to heaven
On the heavenly line.
I have my ticket purchased;
I want to be all Thine.
I have my bags all packed
With love and righteous things.
I want to catch the fast express
And get my golden wings.

When I see the golden stairways
At the end of the line,
When I look upon the sea of glass,
I'll know that heaven's mine.
I'll say, O thank you, Jesus,
I know it's by Your grace
That I could leave that world below
And live in this grand place.
O, Jesus, can I not go back
And tell the world it's true?
I can hear Him say, "No,
Dear Child, they won't hear you."

Others have I sent to them
To help their unbelief,
But they won't listen to their pleas;
They like to live in grief.
I've helped them when in danger,
Gave comfort when they'd fret;
The more I seem to do for them,
The less thanks do I get.
I'm sorry, Child, they won't hear you;
I surely wish they would;
I can't save over unbelief,
Tho' ofentimes I wish I could."

Yes, I know that's what heaven's like,
A paradise that's true,
A mansion free for everyone;
Yes, there's even one for you.
When Jesus calls, "Come, all aboard,"
With His love divine,
It's time to take that journey
Upward on that heavenly line.