Shouting in the Air

There is a home

it’s just ab­ove

Where all is glo­ry bright and fair;

O how my heart is filled with love

To hear the shout­ing in the air.

I’m on the way to glo­ry fair

Shouting

shout­ing

shout­ing in the air;

I’m on the way to glo­ry fair;

There will be shout­ing

shout­ing

Shouting in the air.

There is a home so bright and fair

And I can see its por­tals clear;

And when we meet our Sav­ior there

There’ll be a shout­ing in the air.

There is a home not made with hands

It’s in that glo­ry

glo­ry land;

And in that home I long to stand

To share the shout­ing with that band.