What a happy time is coming, when we reach our home in Heaven, And the burdens
which we bore, We'll bear no more, When the angels sound the trumpet, Drawing
us to those bright mansions, There'll be shouting on the everlasting shore
There'll be shouting on the hills of Glory, Shouting (on the hills) yes
(shouting on the hills) When we reach that land of which we heard the story,
There'll be shouting on the hills of God
On that blessed and happy morning, When old friends are reunited, And with all
our loved ones we will see again, In that happy land eternal, We will live in
joy supernal, And with Jesus o'er His angels ever reign
There'll be shouting on the hills of Glory, Shouting (on the hills) yes
(shouting on the hills) When we reach that land of which we heard the story,
There'll be shouting on the hills of God
There'll be shouting on the hills of Glory, Shouting (on the hills) yes
(shouting on the hills) When we reach that land of which we heard the story,
There'll be shouting on the hills of God
There'll be shouting on the hills of Glory, Shouting (on the hills) yes
(shouting on the hills) When we reach that land of which we heard the story,
There'll be shouting on the hills of God
When we reach the land of which we heard the story, There'll be shouting,
There'll be shouting, There'll be shouting on the hills of God

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