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When my life's work is ended and I cross the swelling tide |
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When the bright and glorious morning I shall see |
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I shall know my Redeem when I reach the other side |
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His smile will be the first to welcome me |
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I shall know Him, I shall know Him |
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And redeemed by His side I shall stand |
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I shall know Him, I shall know Him |
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By the print of the nails in His hand |
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Oh, the soul thrilling rapture when I view His blessed face |
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And the luster of His kindly beaming eye |
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How my heart will praise Him for His mercy and His grace |
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That prepared for me a mansion in the sky |
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Through the gates of the city in a robe of spotless white |
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He will lead me where no tears will ever fall |
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In the glad song of ages I will mingle with delight |
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But I long to see my Saviour first of all |
