Zion's Hill

There waits for me

a glad tomorrow,

Where gates of pearl swing

open wide,

And when I've passed this

vale of sorrow,

I'll camp upon the other side.

Some day beyond the reach

of mortal ken,

Some day, God only knows

Just where and when,

The wheels of mortal life

Shall all stand still,

And I shall go to dwell

on Zion's hill.

Some day I'll hear the

angels singing,

Beyond the shadows

of the tomb;

And all the bells of

heaven ringing,

While saints are singing,

"Home, Sweet Home."

Some day my labors will

be ended,

And all my wand'rings

will be o'er,

And all earth's broken ties

be mended,

And I shall sigh and weep

no more.

Some day the dark clouds

will be rifted,

And all the night of gloom

be past;

And all life's burdens

will be lifted,

The day of rest shall

dawn at last.

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