I’VE a home pre-pared where the saints a-bide,
Just o-ver in the glo-ry-land;
And I long to be by my Sav-ior’s side,
Just o-ver in the glo-ry-land.
Just o--ver in the glo-ry-land,
I’ll join the hap-py an-gel band,
Just o-ver in the glo-ry-land;
Just o--ver in the glo-ry-land.
There with the might-y host I’ll stand,
Just o-ver in the glo-ry-land.
I am on my way to those man-sions fair,
Just o-ver in the glo-ry-land;
There to sing God’s praise, and His glo-ry share,
Just o-ver in the glo-ry-land.
What a joy-ful tho’t, that my Lord I’ll see,
Just o-ver in the glo-ry-land;
And with kin-dred saved, there for-ev-er be,
Just o-ver in the glo-ry-land.
With the bloodwashed throng I will shout,
Just o-ver in the glo-ry-land;
Glad ho-san-nas to Christ, the Lord and King,
Just o-ver in the glo-ry-land.