GLORY LAND
South Carolina Broadcasters
If you have friends in Glory Land who have left because of pain
There'll be no pain in Glory Land: they'll suffer not again.
Oh! 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 in Glory Land will walk. The blind up there will see,
The deaf in Glory Land will hear. The tongue shall talk to me.
There'll be no sun in Glory Land. The moon and stars won't shine.
For Christ Himself is Light up there. We'll live on love divine.
Oh! 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.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN