Gloryland

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 going 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
 For Christ himself is light up there
 He reigns of love divine
 Then weep not friends,
 I'm going home
 Up there we'll die no more
 No coffins will be made up there
 No graves on that bright shore