Go Rest High On That Mountain

I know your life
On earth was troubled,
And only you could know the pain;
You weren't afraid to face the devil;
You were no stranger to the rain.

Go rest high on that mountain,
Son, your work on earth is done.
Go to heaven a shoutin',
Love for the Father and the Son.

Oh, how we cried the day you left us.
We gathered round your grave to grieve.
I wish I could see the angels faces
When they hear your sweet voice sing.

Music and Lyrics by Vince Gill