Singing With the Saints

I’m on my way to the promised land
I’m gonna pick and grin with an angel band
I’m gonna shout my praises to the great I Am
Singing with the saints in that promised land

There’s gonna be a jubilee up in the sky
I’ll sing forever in the sweet by and by
I’m gonna tap my foot, I’m gonna clap my hands
Singing with the saints in that promised land

I’m on my way to the promised land
I’m gonna pick and grin with an angel band
I’m gonna shout my praises to the great I Am
Singing with the saints in that promised land

Making music where my fingers won’t tire
I’ll sing on perfect pitch in that heavenly choir
Millions of harmonies blending right in
Singing with the saints in that promised land

I’m on my way to the promised land
I’m gonna pick and grin with an angel band
I’m gonna shout my praises to the great I Am
Singing with the saints in that promised land

In the sweet by and by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore
In the sweet by and by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore

I’m on my way to the promised land
I’m gonna pick and grin with an angel band
I’m gonna shout my praises to the great I Am
Singing with the saints in that promised land

Singing with the saints in that promised land