Heaven Holds All For Me

by Tillit S. Teddlie

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.

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.

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.

Chorus:

Heaven holds all to me,
Brighter its glory will be;
Joy without measure will be my treasure,
Heaven holds all to me.