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To realms of glory in the skies
I see my Lord returning,
While I, a stranger in the earth,
For heaven am ever yearning.
’Mid toil and sorrow here I roam,
Far from my heavenly Father’s home.
Yet visions of the promised land
By faith my soul obtaineth;
There shall I dwell forevermore
Where Christ in glory reigneth;
In mansions of that bright abode,
The city of the living God.
In that blest city is no night,
Nor any pain or weeping;
There is my treasure, there my heart,
Safe in the Savior’s keeping;
In heaven, my risen Lord, with Thee
May all my thought and living be.
How blessèd shall
those servants be,
O Lord, at Thy returning,
Whose hearts are
waiting still for Thee,
Whose lamps are
trimmed and burning;
Them wilt Thou take
to dwell with Thee
In joy and peace eternally.
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 8 8
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Bible Refs:
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Heb 4:9;
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MUSIC
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EISENACH
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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1628
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