We'll say "good-night," here, but "good-morning" up there. We'll say "good-night," here, but "good-morn-ing" up there. Good-morn-ing up there where Christ is the Light, Good-morn-ing up there where cometh no night; When we step from this earth to God's heaven so fair, We'll say "good-night" here, but "good-morn-ing" up there Homer Rodeheaver sings above song on RAINBOW RECORD-1052 Tell me the story most precious, Sweet-est that ev er was heard. was ti-um-phant at last. how He liv - eth a - gain. Tell me the story most pre-cious, Sweet-est that ever was heard. 30. Where They Never Say "Good-bye." beau-ty never fade, Where the joy-bells of love are ever ring - ing, en- ter heav-en's door, And the prob-lems of life will be unraveled, thrill our souls a - new, As we crown Him the King of our sal-va- tion, die; (shall ever die;) We shall sing the same old story, We shall |