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 camp upon the other side.

CHORUS
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,
sweet 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 lifted,
And all the night of gloom be past;
And all life’s burdens will be lifted,
The day of rest shall dawn at last.