When All of God's Singers Get Home

 

1

What a song of delight in that city so bright

Will be wafted 'neath heaven's fair dome

How the ransomed will raise happy songs in his praise.

When all of God’s singers get home

2

As we sing here on earth songs of sadness or mirth

'Tis a foretaste of rapture to come

But our joy can't compare with the glory up there

When all of God’s singers get home

3

Having overcome sin, hallelujah amen

Will be heard in that land 'er the foam

Every heart will be light and each face will be bright

When all of God’s singers get home

REFRAIN

When all of God's singers get home

Where never a sorrow (or heartaches) will come

There'll be no place like (heaven my) home

When all of God's singers get home

                    

Author: Luther G. Presley

My grandmother's gravestone. We honored her wishes by singing the song at her funeral and putting the lyric on her tombstone. She's singing alto in the heavenly choir now.