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| When We All Get To Heaven |
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| Sing the wondrous love of Jesus, |
| Sing His mercy and His grace; |
| In the mansions bright and blessed, |
| He’ll prepare us a place. |
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| When we all get to heaven. |
| What a day of rejoicing that will be! |
| When we all see Jesus, |
| We’ll sing and shout the victory. |
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| While we walk the pilgrim pathway, |
| Clouds will over spread the sky; |
| But when travelling days are over, |
| Not a shadow, not a sigh. |
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| Let us then be true and faithful, |
| Trusting, serving every day, |
| Just a glimpse of Him in glory |
| Will the toils of life repay. |
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