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What are they doing in heaven today, |
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Where sin and sorrow are all done away? |
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Peace abounds like a river, they say. |
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What are they doing there now? |
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I'm thinking of friends whom I used to know, |
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Who lived and suffered in this world below |
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But they've gone off to heaven, but I want to know |
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What are they doing there now? |
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what are they doing in heaven today, |
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Where sin and sorrow are all done away? |
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Peace abounds like a river, they say. |
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But what are they doing there now? |
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There's some whose hearts were burdened with care |
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They paid for their moment to fighting and tears |
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But they clung to the cross with trembling and fear |
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But what are they doing there now? |
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What are they doing in heaven today, |
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Where sin and sorrow are all done away? |
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Peace abounds like a river, they say. |
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What are they doing there now? |
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And there's some whose bodies were full of disease |
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Physicians and doctors couldn't give them much ease |
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But they suffered 'til death brought a final release |
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But what are they doing there now? |
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What are they doing in heaven today, |
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Where sin and sorrow are all done away? |
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Peace abounds like a river, they say. |
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What are they doing there now? |
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There's some who were poor and often despised |
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They looked up to heaven with tear-blinded eyes |
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While people were heedless and deaf to their cries |
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But what are they doing there now? |
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What are they doing in heaven today, |
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Where sin and sorrow are all done away? |
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Peace abounds like a river, they say. |
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What are they doing there now? |
