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Shall we gather at the river, |
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where bright angel feet have trod, |
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with its crystal tide forever |
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flowing by the throne of God? |
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Yes, we'll gather at the river, |
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the beautiful, the beautiful river; |
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gather with the saints at the river |
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that flows by the throne of God. |
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2.On the margin of the river, |
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washing up its silver spray, |
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we will walk and worship ever, |
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all the happy golden day. |
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(Refrain) |
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3.Ere we reach the shining river, |
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lay we every burden down; |
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grace our spirits will deliver, |
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and provide a robe and crown. |
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(Refrain) |
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4.Soon we'll reach the shining river, |
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soon our pilgrimage will cease; |
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soon our happy hearts will quiver |
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with the melody of peace. |
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(Refrain) |
