by John R. Sweney (1837–1899)
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| Sin | g the wondrous love of Jesus, |
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| Sing His mercy and His g | race; |
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| In the mansions b | right and blessed, |
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| He'll prep | are for us a pl | ace | . |
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| Wh | ile we walk the pilgrim pathway, |
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| Clouds will overspread the s | ky, |
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| But when traveling d | ays are over, |
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| Not a s | hadow, not a si | gh | . |
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| Let us then be true and faithful, |
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| Trusting, serving every d | ay; |
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| Just one glimpse of H | im in glory |
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| Will the t | oils of life rep | ay | . |
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| O | nward to the prize before us! |
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| Soon His beauty we'll beho | ld; |
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| Soon the pearly g | ates will open, |
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| We shall t | read the streets of go | ld | . |
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| When we a | ll s | ee | Jesus, |
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| We'll s | ing and s | hout the victor | y. |