THERE WILL BE SHOUTING ON THE HILLS

CHORUS
There will be shouting
on the hills of glory,
Shouting on the hills, yes,
shouting on the hills,
When we reach that land of which
we’ve heard the story,
There will be shouting on the
hills of God.

What a happy time is coming
When we reach our home in heaven
And the burdens which we bear
There we’ll bear no more,
When the angels
sound the trumpets
Calling us to those bright
mansions
There will be shouting on
the everlasting shore.

When the saints begin to gather
Round the Throne in that blessed city,
And the angels there the
songs of praise uphold
Harps and golden bells will be ringing
Saints of all the ages singing
Such a meeting as we never
saw before.

On that blessed happy morning,
When all saints are risen again
And when all our loved ones we will
see again,
In that happy land eternal,
We will live in joys supernal,
And with Jesus and the angels ever reign.