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The burdens of life may be many,
The frowns of the world may be cold;
To me it will matter but little,
When I walk up the streets of gold.
When I walk up the streets of gold,
When I walk up the streets of gold;
How my heart will
rejoice in that morning,
When I walk up the streets of gold.
With joy I shall enter that city,
The face of my Savior behold;
And I shall be changed
and be like Him,
When I walk up the streets of gold.
When I walk up the streets of gold,
When I walk up the streets of gold;
How my heart will
rejoice in that morning,
When I walk up the streets of gold.
What wonderful visions of beauty,
What glorious scenes shall unfold;
And what dazzling splendors
surround me,
When I walk up the streets of gold.
When I walk up the streets of gold,
When I walk up the streets of gold;
How my heart will
rejoice in that morning,
When I walk up the streets of gold.
For ages and ages I’ll praise Him,
And never grow weary or old;
Love-crowned I’ll abide
in His presence,
When I walk up the streets of gold.
When I walk up the streets of gold,
When I walk up the streets of gold;
How my heart will
rejoice in that morning,
When I walk up the streets of gold.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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9 8 9 8 and refrain
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Dates:
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Bible Refs:
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Rev 21:21;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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THE BURDENS OF LIFE
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Meter:
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9 8 9 8 and refrain
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1920
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