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I love to think of the heavenly land, |
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I love to think of the heavenly land, |
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Where my Redeemer reigns, |
The greetings there we'll meet, |
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Where rapturous songs of triumph rise |
The harps—the song for ever ours- |
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In endless, joyous strains. |
The walks—the golden street. |
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I love to think of the heavenly land, |
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I love to think of the heavenly land, |
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The saints' eternal home, |
That promised land so fair, |
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Where palms, and robes, and crowns ne'er fade, |
Oh, how my raptured spirit longs |
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And all our joys are one. |
To be for ever there ! |
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