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November 2003

There awaits for me a glad tomorrow
Where the gates of pearl swing open wide
And when I have passed this spell of sorrow
I will camp upon the other side

Someday beyond the reach of mortal kin
Someday God only knows just where or when
The wills of mortal life will all stand still
And I shall go dwell on Zion's Hill

Someday the storm clouds will be lifted
Beyond the shadow of the tomb
And with all the bells of Heaven ringing
And the angels singing "Home Sweet Home
"

Zion's Hill by The Stanly Brothers