| Out on the hills of glory land
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| So happy and free at God’s right hand
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| They tell of a place of marvelous grace
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| On heaven’s bright shore
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| Pilgrims on earth someday will go
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| To live in that home forever more
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| Trusting in Him who died for sin
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| And rose from the grave
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| On heaven’s bright shore (on heaven’s bright shore)
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| There’s gonna be no more dyin' (over there)
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| Not one little grave (not one little grave)
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| In all that fair land (that wonderful land)
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| Not even a tear will dim the eye
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| And no one up there will say goodbye
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| Just singing His praise through endless days
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| On Heaven’s bright shore (on heaven’s bright shore)
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| When I must cross that rolling tide
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| There’ll be someone on the other side
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| Welcoming me to that fair land, made perfect by love
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| When I walk up the milky white way
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| I’ll see that home coming in a ray
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| How great it must be for angels to see
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| A pilgrim reach home
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| On heaven’s bright shore (on heaven’s bright shore)
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| There’s gonna be no more dyin' (over there)
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| Not one little grave (not one little grave)
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| In all that fair land (that wonderful land)
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| Not even a tear will dim the eye
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| And no one up there will say goodbye
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| Just singing His praise through endless days
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| On Heaven’s bright shore
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| Just singing His praise through endless days
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| On Heaven’s bright shore |