1 Sweetly now are angels singing,
In the glory-land;
Tuneful praises ever ringing,
In the glory-land.
There ‘tis with the righteous well,
Evermore with Christ to dwell,
And the old, old story tell,
In the glory-land.
Refrain:
In the glory-land,
In the glory-land,
Hallelujahs now are ringing
In the glory-land.
2 Clad in robes of snowy whiteness,
In the glory-land;
Victors there, with crowns of brightness,
In the glory-land.
Round the throne of God they stand,
With the great angelic band,
At the Savior’s own right hand,
In the glory-land. [Refrain]
3 Soon we’ll join them in the chorus,
In the glory-land
And the Savior will reign o’er us,
In the glory-land.
Where the tree of life doth grow,
And the living waters flow,
We no sorrow e’er can know,
In the glory-land. [Refrain]
Source: The Finest of the Wheat No. 2 #145