1.IF YOU HAVE FRIENDS, IN GLORY-LAND, WHO LEFT BECAUSE OF PAIN, IN GLORY-LAND,

THEY'LL HURT NO MORE, THEY'LL SUFFER ,NOT AGAIN.

CHORUS:

SO 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

2.THE DEAF IN GLORY-LAND WILL HEAR, THE BLIND UP THERE WILL SEE, THE LAME IN GLORY-LAND WILL WALK, THE DUMB WILL TALK TO ME.

3.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..