Come sinners, I beg you, break free from your hell,
And hark to a summons as sweet as a bell;
Shun evil temptations and pass them all by;
Beyond all horizons you’ll dance in the sky!


The dance in the sky,
All free from their prisons our spirits will fly;
The dance in the sky,
With angels eternal we’ll dance in the sky!

The sick and afflicted, the halt and the lame,
Set loose from their shackles will dance just the same;
Their souls now are stainless, their escort draws by;
They’ll fly up to heaven and dance in the sky!


Recordings 1, 2