WHEN ALL OF GOD'S SINGERS GET HOME
Luther G. Presley & Virgil O. Stamps

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!

CHORUS:
When all of God's singers get home,
Where never a sorrow will come;
There'll be "no place like home,"
When all of God's singers get home.

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!

Having overcome sin, "Hallelujah, AMEN!"
Will be heard in that land o'er the foam;
Every heart will be light and each face will be bright--
When all of God's singers get home!


CHORDS:
(F)What a song of delight in that City so bright
Will be wafted 'neath (Bb)Heaven's (F)fair (C)dome!
How the (C7)ransomed will raise happy (F)songs in His praise,
When (C)all of God's (C7)singers get (F)home!


CHORUS:
When (Bb)all of God's singers get (F)home,
Where (C)never a (C7)sorrow will (F)come;
There'll be "no (Bb)place like (F)home," (F7)
When (C)all of God's (C7)singers get (F)home.



SOURCE:
Gaither Homecoming Hour


There is a monologue by Gloria Gaither that goes with this:

"I like to think that before time began, before the world was created or galaxies flung into space, there was God-- and He was singing a song. The music was so beautiful that it had to be heard. So God created... and down through the ages He's always had His singers who picked up fragments of the melody, hummed bits harmony, wrote phrases of poetry, or danced short movements.

"No one has ever heard the whole song since that day God sang it alone. But one of these days He will gather all His children home, and one by one the singers of all the ages will lift their voices and fill in the parts life taught to them. At last we'll hear love's sweetest song as it was first conceived in the heart of the great song writer Himself. It will be perfect. What music there will be when the song of the ages is sung around the Father's throne when all of God's singers get home!"

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