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SINCE Christ my soul from sin set free
This world has been a Heaven to me;
And ’mid earth’s sorrows and its woe,
’Tis Heaven my Jesus here to know.
O hallelujah, yes, ’tis Heaven,
’Tis Heaven to know my sins forgiven;
On land or sea, what matters where?
Where Jesus is, ’tis Heaven there.
2
Once Heaven seemed a far-off place,
Till Jesus showed His smiling face;
Now it’s begun within my soul,
’Twill last while endless ages roll.
3
What matters where on earth we dwell?
On mountain top, or in the dell,
In cottage, or a mansion fair,
Where Jesus is, ’tis Heaven there.