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| Shall We Gather At The River |
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| Shall we gather at the river |
| Where bright angel feet have trod; |
| With its crystal tide forever |
| Flowing by the throne of God? |
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| Yes, we'll gather at the river, |
| The beautiful, the beautiful river; |
| Gather with the saints at the river |
| That flows by the throne of God. |
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| On the margin of the river, |
| Washing up its silver spray, |
| We will walk and worship ever, |
| All the happy golden day. |
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| Ere we reach the shining river, |
| Lay we ev'ry burden down; |
| Grace our spirits will deliver, |
| And provide a robe and crown. |
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| Soon we'll reach the shining river, |
| Soon our pilgrimage will cease; |
| Soon our happy hearts will quiver |
| With the melody of peace. |
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