If you have friends in Glory Land
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 cry no more
No coffins will be made up there
No graves on that bright shore
The lame will walk in Glory Land
The blind up there will see
The deaf in Glory Land will hear
And the dumb will talk to me
The doctor will not have to call
The undertakes, no
We'll have no pain up there to bear
Just walk the streets of gold
We'll need no sun in Glory Land
The moon and stars won't shine
For Christ himself is light up there
Pure rays of love divine
Then look away to that good land
Where peace and joy sublime
Shall fill our hearts to runnin' o'er
There's shoutin' all the time
Now won't you mothers meet us there
With all your children too
To live in bliss forevermore
And never say adieu
Then what a land our Lord's prepared
No d**h, no pain, no tears
He made our robes as white as snow
And built us mansions there