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