Let's take a stroll here in this time,
    a stroll through Glory Land;
To paint a masterpiece of old,
   by brush in Master's Hand.

The background hails of purest blue,
   in Heaven's by and by;
No beauty matches close on earth,
   to yonder in the sky.

A pathway marked by shining light,
   each soul anticipates;
What grandest beauty He'll unveil,
   behind those pearly gates.

They're opened now so step inside,
   to see all glory there;
To feel no pain, no hurt at all,
   nor shed but one more tear.

The blind will see the lame man walk,
   first step on purest gold;
Each one of those who've lost a love
   will have them there to hold.

Our Lord and King will shed His Light,
    with Him we're soon to stand;
That oh so glorious day,
   we'll see our Beulah Land!