Sing Out

You gotta sing out if you want to get to heaven. You gotta sing out, join in and pray.

Sing out if you want to get to heaven. Ask the Lord to show you the way and He'll show you if you pray!

Well, I can sing my title clear to mansions in the sky. I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear and wipe my weepin' eye.

Wake up by the trumpet sound, I from the grave shall rise to see the judge with the glory crown, a view from flaming sky.