If you have friends in Gloryland,
Who left because of pain Thank God up there, they'll die no more They'll suffer not again. Then weep not friends, I'm goin' home
Up there we'll die no more No coffins will be made up there No graves on that bright shore The lame will walk in Gloryland
The blind up there will see The deaf in Gloryland will hear
The dumb will talk to me The doctor will not have to call The undertaker, no There'll be no pain up there to bear
Just walk the streets of gold We'll need no sun in Gloryland
The moon and stars won?t shine He reigns of love divine
For Christ Himself is light up there Then weep not friends, I'm goin' home
Up there we'll die no more No coffins will be made up there No graves on that bright shore.
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