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All glory to Jesus, my loving King,
He blesses me every day;
Sweet Gospel hosannas I gladly sing;
And glory now brightens my way.
Hosanna to Jesus
His blessings are wondrous and free;
I’ll praise Him forever
For He is so precious to me.
I’m marching to Zion,
my home above,
The city of God in the sky;
Ere long I shall enter that land of love,
And sing while the ages roll by.
Hosanna to Jesus
His blessings are wondrous and free;
I’ll praise Him forever
For He is so precious to me.
O come and go with me
to that bright land,
You all of its glories may share;
May join the glad song
of the angel band,
And meet many loved ones up there.
Hosanna to Jesus
His blessings are wondrous and free;
I’ll praise Him forever
For He is so precious to me.
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ALL GLORY TO JESUS
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