| What a happy time is coming, when we reach our home in Heaven, And the burdens
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| which we bore, We’ll bear no more, When the angels sound the trumpet, Drawing
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| us to those bright mansions, There’ll be shouting on the everlasting shore
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| There’ll be shouting on the hills of Glory, Shouting (on the hills) yes
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| (shouting on the hills) When we reach that land of which we heard the story,
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| There’ll be shouting on the hills of God
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| On that blessed and happy morning, When old friends are reunited, And with all
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| our loved ones we will see again, In that happy land eternal, We will live in
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| joy supernal, And with Jesus o’er His angels ever reign
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| There’ll be shouting on the hills of Glory, Shouting (on the hills) yes
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| (shouting on the hills) When we reach that land of which we heard the story,
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| There’ll be shouting on the hills of God
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| There’ll be shouting on the hills of Glory, Shouting (on the hills) yes
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| (shouting on the hills) When we reach that land of which we heard the story,
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| There’ll be shouting on the hills of God
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| There’ll be shouting on the hills of Glory, Shouting (on the hills) yes
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| (shouting on the hills) When we reach that land of which we heard the story,
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| There’ll be shouting on the hills of God
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| When we reach the land of which we heard the story, There’ll be shouting,
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| There’ll be shouting, There’ll be shouting on the hills of God |