The battle may be hard

And the conflict sore.

Though rocky the road as we travel along.

Hold on a little longer, take Jesus at His word.

He'll carry you through, right through to the Promise land.

Jesus gone to prepare a mansion for me.

Far, far away over the sea.

No sickness, no sorrow, no pain and no war.

Jesus gone to prepare a mansion for me.

Heaven is better than this, oh what joy and bliss.

Walk those streets of shining gold,

In that land, we'll never grow old.

Heaven is better than this, oh what joy and bliss.

I love the preaching and the testimonies too,

But heaven is better than this.

When we get to glory land

As you hold me by His hand

United we'll be, so happy, so free

In the blessed land above,

Christ will tell of His love

What a glorious day when we get to glory land.

Better days are coming, by and by

When we reach that city in the sky

Sorrows will be over; joy will come at last,

Better days are coming by and by.

If I could just make it in

If I could just make it in

If I could just make it in

The heavenly way.

I know the Lord is ever near me

Oh His arm will ever cheer me

I don't mind, mind the persecutions

If I could just make it in