Chords for On Heaven's Bright Shore
Tempo:
94.5 bpm
Chords used:
B
F#
E
G#m
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[B] [G#m]
[F#] [E]
Out on the hills of [B] glory land, so happy and free at God's right hand, they tell of a place through marvelous [G#m]
[C#] grace called Heaven's bright shore.
[F#]
Pilgrims of [E] earth someday [B] will go to live in that home forevermore by trusting in Him who died [G#m] for [F#] sin and rose from the [E] [B] grave.
On [F#] Heaven's bright [F#] shore, [B]
there'll be no dying over there, not one little [F#] grave [B]
in [F#] all that fair [C#] land, that [F#] wonderful land.
Not even a [E] tear will dim [B] the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through endless [G#m] days [F#] on Heaven's [B] bright shore, that heavenly shore.
[B] When [G#m]
[F#] [E] [B]
I must [E] cross that [B] rolling tide, someone will be on the other side to welcome my soul to that [G#m] fair [C#] land made perfect by love.
[F#]
As I walk up [E] that [B] milky way, I'll see that home coming in a ray, how great it must be for angels [G#m] to [F#] see a pilgrim reach [E] [B] home.
On [F#] Heaven's bright [F#] shore, [B]
there'll be no [E] dying [B] over there, not one little [F#] grave [B]
in [F#] all that fair [C#] land, that [F#] wonderful land.
Not even a [E] tear will dim [B] the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through endless [G#m]
[F#] days on Heaven's bright [E] shore, that heavenly [B]
shore.
On Heaven's bright [F#] shore, [B]
there'll be no [E] dying [B] over there, not one little [F#] grave [B]
in all that fair [C#] land, that wonderful [F#] land.
Not [B] even a [E] tear will dim [B] the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through [G#m] endless days [F#] on Heaven's [B] bright shore.
[F#] [E]
Out on the hills of [B] glory land, so happy and free at God's right hand, they tell of a place through marvelous [G#m]
[C#] grace called Heaven's bright shore.
[F#]
Pilgrims of [E] earth someday [B] will go to live in that home forevermore by trusting in Him who died [G#m] for [F#] sin and rose from the [E] [B] grave.
On [F#] Heaven's bright [F#] shore, [B]
there'll be no dying over there, not one little [F#] grave [B]
in [F#] all that fair [C#] land, that [F#] wonderful land.
Not even a [E] tear will dim [B] the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through endless [G#m] days [F#] on Heaven's [B] bright shore, that heavenly shore.
[B] When [G#m]
[F#] [E] [B]
I must [E] cross that [B] rolling tide, someone will be on the other side to welcome my soul to that [G#m] fair [C#] land made perfect by love.
[F#]
As I walk up [E] that [B] milky way, I'll see that home coming in a ray, how great it must be for angels [G#m] to [F#] see a pilgrim reach [E] [B] home.
On [F#] Heaven's bright [F#] shore, [B]
there'll be no [E] dying [B] over there, not one little [F#] grave [B]
in [F#] all that fair [C#] land, that [F#] wonderful land.
Not even a [E] tear will dim [B] the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through endless [G#m]
[F#] days on Heaven's bright [E] shore, that heavenly [B]
shore.
On Heaven's bright [F#] shore, [B]
there'll be no [E] dying [B] over there, not one little [F#] grave [B]
in all that fair [C#] land, that wonderful [F#] land.
Not [B] even a [E] tear will dim [B] the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through [G#m] endless days [F#] on Heaven's [B] bright shore.
Key:
B
F#
E
G#m
C#
B
F#
E
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [G#m] _
[F#] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
Out on the hills of [B] glory land, so happy and free at God's right hand, they tell of a place through marvelous [G#m]
[C#] grace called Heaven's bright shore.
[F#] _
Pilgrims of [E] earth someday [B] will go to live in that home forevermore by trusting in Him who died [G#m] for [F#] sin and rose from the [E] _ [B] grave.
On [F#] Heaven's bright [F#] shore, _ [B] _
there'll be no dying over there, not one little [F#] grave _ [B]
in [F#] all that fair [C#] land, that [F#] wonderful land.
Not even a [E] tear will dim [B] the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through endless [G#m] days [F#] on Heaven's [B] bright shore, that heavenly shore.
_ _ [B] _ When [G#m] _
[F#] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _
I must [E] cross that [B] rolling tide, someone will be on the other side to welcome my soul to that [G#m] fair [C#] land made perfect by love.
[F#] _
As I walk up [E] that [B] milky way, I'll see that home coming in a ray, how great it must be for angels [G#m] to [F#] see a pilgrim reach [E] _ [B] home.
On [F#] Heaven's bright [F#] shore, _ [B] _
there'll be no [E] dying [B] over there, not one little [F#] grave [B]
in [F#] all that fair [C#] land, that [F#] wonderful land.
Not even a [E] tear will dim [B] the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through endless [G#m]
[F#] days on Heaven's bright [E] shore, that heavenly [B]
shore.
On Heaven's bright [F#] shore, _ [B] _
there'll be no [E] dying [B] over there, not one little [F#] grave _ [B]
in all that fair [C#] land, that wonderful [F#] land.
Not [B] even a [E] tear will dim [B] the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through [G#m] endless days [F#] on Heaven's [B] bright shore. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
Out on the hills of [B] glory land, so happy and free at God's right hand, they tell of a place through marvelous [G#m]
[C#] grace called Heaven's bright shore.
[F#] _
Pilgrims of [E] earth someday [B] will go to live in that home forevermore by trusting in Him who died [G#m] for [F#] sin and rose from the [E] _ [B] grave.
On [F#] Heaven's bright [F#] shore, _ [B] _
there'll be no dying over there, not one little [F#] grave _ [B]
in [F#] all that fair [C#] land, that [F#] wonderful land.
Not even a [E] tear will dim [B] the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through endless [G#m] days [F#] on Heaven's [B] bright shore, that heavenly shore.
_ _ [B] _ When [G#m] _
[F#] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _
I must [E] cross that [B] rolling tide, someone will be on the other side to welcome my soul to that [G#m] fair [C#] land made perfect by love.
[F#] _
As I walk up [E] that [B] milky way, I'll see that home coming in a ray, how great it must be for angels [G#m] to [F#] see a pilgrim reach [E] _ [B] home.
On [F#] Heaven's bright [F#] shore, _ [B] _
there'll be no [E] dying [B] over there, not one little [F#] grave [B]
in [F#] all that fair [C#] land, that [F#] wonderful land.
Not even a [E] tear will dim [B] the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through endless [G#m]
[F#] days on Heaven's bright [E] shore, that heavenly [B]
shore.
On Heaven's bright [F#] shore, _ [B] _
there'll be no [E] dying [B] over there, not one little [F#] grave _ [B]
in all that fair [C#] land, that wonderful [F#] land.
Not [B] even a [E] tear will dim [B] the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through [G#m] endless days [F#] on Heaven's [B] bright shore. _ _
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