ZION'S HILL
Text:  James Allen Crutchfield


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.

Someday 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."

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	Someday beyond the reach of mortal ken,
	Someday 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.

Someday 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.

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Someday 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.

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