Out on the hills of glory land
So happy and free at God`s right hand
They tell of a place of marvelous grace
On Heaven`s bright shore
Pilgrims on earth some day will go
To live in that home for evermore
Trusting in Him who died for sin
And rose from the grave
On Heaven`s bright shore (on Heavens`s bright shore)
There`s gonna be no more dyin (over there)
Not one little grave (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 goodbye
Just singing His praise through endless days
On Heaven`s bright shore (on Heaven`s bright shore)
When I must cross that rolling tide
There`ll be someone on the other side
Welcoming me to that fair land
Made perfect by love
When I walk up that milky white way
I`ll see that home coming in array
How great it must be for Angels to see
A pilgrim reach home