Zion’s Hill

There awaits for me a glad tomorrow
Where the gates of pearl swing open wide
And when I have passed this spell of sorrow
I will camp upon the other side

   Someday beyond the reach of mortal kin
   Someday God only knows just where or when
   The wills of mortal life will all stand still
   And I shall go dwell on Zion’s Hill

Someday the storm clouds will be lifted
Beyond the shadow of the tomb
And with all the bells of Heaven ringing
And the angels singing “Home Sweet Home”