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