In the Glory Land

There is a ci­ty bright and fair

In the glo­ry land;

Where joy­ful prais­es fill the air

In the glo­ry land.

In the glo­ry land

bright glo­ry land

In the glo­ry land so fair;

Where joy­ful prais­es fill the air

In the glo­ry land.

Where nev­er com­eth any night

In the glo­ry land;

For God the Fa­ther is the light

In the glo­ry land.

And there my Sav­ior now doth wait

In the glo­ry land

To meet us at the gold­en gate

In the glo­ry land.