1 When in the glory-land we wake,
That land not far away;
When heav’n's eternal morns shall break
In glorious endless day.
Bright with heav’nly radiance,
We shall be shining there;
Safe in those beautiful mansions,
Jesus has gone to prepare.
With glad hallelujahs,
Ever His praise we’ll sing,
Praise to the wonderful Giver,
Praise to the Saviour King.
2 When all our earthly cares are o’er,
Our victory begun;
When we rejoicing a rich reward
For all our labor done. [Refrain]
3 When we shall meet our dearest friends,
Who went that way before;
When we shall find our cup of joy
Fill’d full forevermore. [Refrain]