There is a home, it’s just above,
Where all is glo­ry bright and fair;
O how my heart is filled with love,
To hear the shout­ing in the air.

Refrain

I’m on the way to glo­ry fair,
Shouting, shout­ing, shout­ing in the air;
I’m on the way to glo­ry fair;
There will be shout­ing, shout­ing,
Shouting in the air.

There is a home so bright and fair,
And I can see its por­tals clear;
And when we meet our Sav­ior there,
There’ll be a shout­ing in the air.

Refrain

There is a home not made with hands,
It’s in that glo­ry, glo­ry land;
And in that home I long to stand
To share the shout­ing with that band.

Refrain