[1] Out on the hills of [4] glory-[1]-land
So happy and free at [4] God's right [1] hand
They tell of a place of marvelous [6m] grace
On heaven's bright [5] shore [2maj] [5]
Pilgrims on [1] Earth some [4] day will [1] go
To live in that home for [4] ever-[1]-more
Trusting in him who [6m] died for [2maj] sin
And [5] rose from the [1] grave [4] [1]

[1] On heaven's bright shore (on heaven's bright shore)
There's gonna be no more dyin' (over there)
Not one little grave (not one little [2m] grave)
In all that fair [5] land (that [2maj] wonderful [5] land)
Not even a [1] tear will [4] dim the [1] eye
And no one up there will [4] say good-[1]-bye
Just singing his praise through [6m] endless [2maj] days
On [5] heaven's bright [1] shore (on [4] heaven's bright [1] shore)

When I must cross that rolling tide
There'll be someone on the other side
Welcoming me to that fair land
Made perfect by love
When I walk up the milky white way
I'll see that home coming in array
How great it must be for angels to see
A pilgrim reach home