CHORUS
There will be shouting on the hills of glory,
Shouting on the hills, yes,shouting on the hills,
When we reach that land of which we've heard the story,
There will be shouting on the hills of God.

What a happy time is coming
When we reach our home in heaven
And the burdens which we bear
There we'll bear no more,
When the angels sound the trumpets
Calling us to those bright mansions
There will be shouting on the everlasting shore.

CHORUS
There will be shouting on the hills of glory,
Shouting on the hills, yes,shouting on the hills,
When we reach that land of which we've heard the story,
There will be shouting on the hills of God.

When the saints begin to gather
Round the Throne in that blessed city,
And the angels there the songs of praise uphold
Harps and golden bells will be ringing
Saints of all the ages singing
Such a meeting as we never saw before.

CHORUS
There will be shouting on the hills of glory,
Shouting on the hills, yes,shouting on the hills,
When we reach that land of which we've heard the story,
There will be shouting on the hills of God.

On that blessed happy morning,
When all saints are risen again
And when all our loved ones we will see again,
In that happy land eternal,
We will live in joys supernal,
And with Jesus and the angels ever reign.

CHORUS
There will be shouting on the hills of glory,
Shouting on the hills, yes,shouting on the hills,
When we reach that land of which we've heard the story,
There will be shouting on the hills of God.