Zion's Hill

There waits for me a glad tomorrow,

Where gates of pearl swing open wide,

And when I've passed this vale of sorrow,

I'll dwell upon the other side.

Some day beyond the reach of mortal ken,

Some day God only knows just where and when

The wheels of mortal life shall all stand still

And I shall go to dwell on Zion's hill.

Some day I'll hear the angels singing,

Beyond the shadows of the tomb;

And all the bells of heaven ringing,

While saints are singing, "Home, sweet home."

Some day my labors will be ended,

And all my wand'rings will be o'er,

And all earth's broken ties be mended,

And I shall sigh and weep no more.

Some day the dark clouds will be rifted,

And all the night of gloom be past;

And all life's burdens will be lifted,

The day of rest shall dawn at last.