Sunday Morning Mountain Gospel Music 155

Turn Your Radio On

Sung by The Blue Sky Boys




Come and listen in to a radio station where the mighty hosts of Heaven sing
Turn your radio on, turn your radio on, turn your radio on
If you want to hear the songs of Zion coming from the land of in the spring
Get in touch with God, turn your radio on

Turn your radio on
Turn your radio on and listen to the music in the air
Turn your radio on
Turn your radio on and glory to share
Turn the lights down low
Turn the lights down low and listen to the Masters radio
Get in touch with God
Get in touch with God, turn your radio on

Listen to the songs of the fathers and mothers and the many friends gone on before
Turn your radio on, turn your radio on, turn your radio on, turn your radio on
Some eternal morning we shall meet them over on the Alleuia shore
Get in touch with God, turn your radio on

Turn your radio on
Turn your radio on and listen to the music in the air
Turn your radio on
Turn your radio on and glory share
Turn the lights down low
Turn the lights down low and listen to the Master's radio
Get in touch with God
Get in touch with God, turn your radio on


Turn your radio on
Turn your radio on and listen to the music in the air
Turn your radio on
Turn your radio on and glory to share
Turn the lights down low
Turn the lights down low and listen to the Master's radio
Get in touch with God
Get in touch with God, turn your radio on


Written by Albert E. Brumley Sr.

Sunday Morning Mountain Gospel Music 40

There's no Disappointment in Heaven
Sung by The Blue Sky Boys, brothers Earl and Bill Bolick, natives of East Hickory, North Carolina (Catawba County)


  There's no Disappointment in Heaven  
There’s no disappointment in Heaven,
No weariness, sorrow or pain;
No hearts that are bleeding and broken,
No song with a minor refrain.
The clouds of our earthly horizon
Will never appear in the sky,
But all will be sunshine and gladness,
With never a sob nor a sigh

I’m bound for that beautiful city,
My Lord has prepared for His own;
Where all the redeemed of all ages
Sing "Glory!" around the white throne;
Sometimes I grow homesick for Heaven,
And the glories I there shall behold;
What a joy that will be when my Savior I see,
In that beautiful city of gold.

There’ll never be crepe on the doorknob,
No funeral train in the sky;
No graves on the hillsides of glory,
For there we shall nevermore die.
The old will be young there forever,
Transformed in a moment of time;
Immortal we’ll stand in His likeness,
The sun and the stars to outshine.

I’m bound for that beautiful city,
My Lord has prepared for His own;
Where all the redeemed of all ages
Sing "Glory!" around the white throne;
Sometimes I grow homesick for Heaven,
And the glories I there shall behold;
What a joy that will be when my Savior I see,
In that beautiful city of gold.