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.
So when we are happy we sing and we shout; Some don’t understand us, I see; We’re filled with the Spirit, there isn’t a doubt, 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’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.