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 goin' 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 goin' home 

Up there we'll die no more 

No coffins will be made up there 

No graves on that bright shore