I
IF YOU HAVE FRIENDS IN GLORYLAND
WHO'VE LEFT BECAUSE OF PAIN.
THANK GOD UP THERE THEY'LL DIE NO MORE
THEY'LL SUFFER NOT AGAIN.
II
THE LAME WILL WALK IN GLORYLAND.
THE BLIND UP THERE WILL SEE.
THE DEAF IN GLORYLAND WILL HEAR.
THE DUMB WILL TALK TO ME.
III
THE DOCTOR WE'LL NOT HAVE TO CALL
THE UNDERTAKER NO.
THERE'LL BE NO PAIN UP THERE TO BEAR.
JUST WALK THE STREETS OF GOLD.
IV
WE'LL NEED NO SUN IN GLORYLAND
THE MOON AND STARS WON'T SHINE.
FOR CHRIST HIMSELF IS LIGHT UP THERE
HE REIGNS WITH LOVE DIVINE.
CHORUS
THEN WEEP NOT FRIENDS I'M GOING HOME.
UP THERE WE'LL DIE NO MORE.
NO COFFINS WILL BE MADE UP THERE.
NO GRAVES ON THAT BRIGHT SHORE.