We find many people who can’t understand Why we are so happy and free; We’ve crossed over Jordan to Canaan’s fair land And this is like Heaven to me.
Oh, this is like Heaven to me, Yes, this is like Heaven to me; I’ve crossed over Jordan to Canaan’s fair land, And this is like Heaven to me.
Oh, when I get happy, I sing and I shout, The devil don’t believe It, I see; But I’m filled with the Spirit, there isn’t a doubt, And that’s what’s the matter with me.
Oh, this is like Heaven to me, Yes, this is like Heaven to me; I’ve crossed over Jordan to Canaan’s fair land, And this is like Heaven to me.
We’ve heard the sweet music, the heavenly chord, From glory land over the sea; A soul-thrilling message from Jesus, our Lord, And this is like Heaven to me.
Oh, this is like Heaven to me, Yes, this is like Heaven to me; I’ve crossed over Jordan to Canaan’s fair land, And this is like Heaven to me.
We’re looking for Jesus with glory to come— ’Tis Jesus Who died on the tree; A cloud of bright angels to carry me home— Oh, that will be Heaven to me.
Oh, that will be Heaven to me, Yes, that will be Heaven to me; A cloud of bright angels to carry me home— Yes, that will be Heaven to me.