I
OUT ON THE HILLS OF GLORY LAND
SO HAPPY AND FREE AT GOD'S RIGHT HAND
THEY TELL OF PLACE THROUGH MARVELOUS GRACE
CALLED HEAVEN'S BRIGHT SHORE.
II
WHEN I MUST WALK THROUGH THAT ROLLING TIDE
SOME ONE WILL BE ON THE OTHER SIDE
TO WELCOME MY SOUL TO THAT FAIR LAND MADE PERFECT BY LOVE.
AS I WALK UP THE MILKY WHITE WAY
I'LL SEE THAT HOME COMING IN ARAY.
HOW GREAT IT MUST BE FOR ANGELS TO SEE
A PILGRIM REACH HOME.
CHORUS
ON HEAVEN'S BRIGHT SHORE ...
THEY'LL BE NO MORE DYING
OVER THERE.
NOT ONE LITTLE GRAVE ...
IN ALL THAT FAIR LAND
THAT WONDERFUL LAND.
NOT EVEN A TEAR WILL DIM THE EYE
AND NO ONE UP THERE WILL SAY GOOD-BYE
JUST SINGING HIS PRAISE THRU ENDLESS
AGES ON HEAVEN'S BRIGHT SHORE.
ON HEAVEN'S BRIGHT SHORE.