Since Heaven's eternal year is thine.

Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven, Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.

So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there

In journalistic terms, syndication is equivalent to ascending to heaven on a pillar of cloud.

The critical question for our generation—and for every generation—
is this: If you could have heaven, with no sickness, and with all the
friends you ever had on earth, and all the food you ever liked, and
all the leisure activities you ever enjoyed, and all the natural beauties
you ever saw, all the physical pleasures you ever tasted, and no
human conflict or any natural disasters, could you be satisfied with
heaven, if Christ were not there?

Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore.