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What a beautiful thought I am thinking |
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Con-cerning a great speckled bird |
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Remember her name is re-corded |
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On the pages of God's Holy Word. |
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All the other birds are flocking 'round her |
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And she is despised by the squad |
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But the great speckled bird in the Bible |
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Is one with the great church of God. |
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All the other churches are against her |
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They envy her glory and fame |
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They hate her because she is chosen |
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And has not denied Jesus' name. |
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Desiring to lower her standard |
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They watch every move that she makes |
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They long to find fault with her teachings |
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But really they find no mistake. |
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She is spreading her wings for a journey |
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She's going to leave by and by |
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When the trumpet shall sound in the morning |
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She'll rise and go up in the sky. |
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In the presence of all her despisers |
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With a song never uttered before |
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She will rise and be gone in a moment |
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Till the great tribulation is o'er. |
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I am glad I have learned of her meekness |
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I am proud that my name is on her book |
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For I want to be one never fearing |
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The face of my Savior to look. |
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When He cometh descending from heaven |
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On the cloud that He writes in His Word |
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I'll be joyfully carried to meet Him |
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On the wings of that great speckled bird. |