Lyrics
Out on the hills of glory land
So happy and free at God’s right hand
They tell of a place through marvelous grace
On heaven’s bright shore (on heaven’s bright shore)
Pilgrims on earth someday will go
To live in that land forevermore
While trusting in him who died for sin,
and rose from the grave (and rose from the grave).
On heaven’s bright shore (on heaven’s bright shore)
There’ll be no dying (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.
Thinking about that mystic stream
It stirs in my soul a fondest dream
And voices I hear and faces so dear
it seems I can see (it seems I can see)
Praising the Lord down here below
Though often they sing “I’m ready to go”
I feel he’ll let home some wonderful day
On heaven’s bright shore (on heaven’s bright shore).
CHORUS
When I must cross that rolling tide
Someone will be on the other side
To welcome my soul to that fair land
Made perfect by love (made perfect by love)
As I walk up that Milky Way
I’ll see that home coming in a ray
How sweet it must be for angels to see
A pilgrim reach home (a pilgrim reach home).
CHORUS
