Earth holds no treasures but perish with using,
However precious they be;
Yet there’s a country to which I am going,
Heaven holds all to me.
Heaven holds all to me,
Brighter its glory will be;
Joy without measure will be my treasure,
Heaven holds all to me.
Out on the hill of that wonderful country,
Happy, contented and free,
Loved ones are waiting and watching my coming,
Heaven holds all to me.
Heaven holds all to me,
Brighter its glory will be;
Joy without measure will be my treasure,
Heaven holds all to me.
Why should I long for the world with its sorrows,
When in that home o’er the sea,
Millions are singing the wonderful story,
Heaven holds all to me.
Heaven holds all to me,
Brighter its glory will be;
Joy without measure will be my treasure,
Heaven holds all to me.
This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Tillit S. Teddlie and are in the Public Domain. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.
