There waits for me a glad tomorrow,
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Where gates of pearl swing open wide,
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And when I've passed this vale of sorrow,
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I'll dwell upon the other side.
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Some day beyond the reach of mortal ken,
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Some day God only knows just where and when
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The wheels of mortal life shall all stand still
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And I shall go to dwell on Zion's hill.
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Some day I'll hear the angels singing,
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Beyond the shadows of the tomb;
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And all the bells of heaven ringing,
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While saints are singing, "Home, sweet home."
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Some day my labors will be ended,
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And all my wand'rings will be o'er,
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And all earth's broken ties be mended,
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And I shall sigh and weep no more.
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Some day the dark clouds will be rifted,
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And all the night of gloom be past;
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And all life's burdens will be lifted,
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The day of rest shall dawn at last.
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Zion's Hill
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| Stanley Brothers |
