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 going 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 going home Up there we'll die no more No coffins will be made up there No graves on that bright shore