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I am thinking today of that beautiful land |
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I shall reach when the sun goeth down |
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When through wonderful grace by my Saviour I stand |
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Will there be any stars in my crown. |
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Will there be any stars, any stars in my crown |
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When at evening the sun goeth down |
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When I wake with the blest in those mansions of rest |
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Will there be any stars in my crown. |
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In the strength of the Lord let me labor and pray |
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Let me watch as a winner of souls |
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That bright stars may be mine in the glorious day |
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When his praise like the sea billow rolls. |
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Will there be any stars, any stars in my crown |
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When at evening the sun goeth down |
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When I wake with the blest in those mansions of rest |
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Will there be any stars in my crown. |
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Oh, what joy it will be when his face I behold |
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Living gems at his feet to lay down |
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It would sweeten my bliss in the city of gold |
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Should there be any stars in my crown. |
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Will there be any stars, any stars in my crown |
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When at evening the sun goeth down |
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When I wake with the blest in those mansions of rest |
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Will there be any stars in my crown... |
