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We are marching to a city
On the hill of Zion fair;
With its beauty and its splendour,
There’s no other can compare:
Soon with all the ransomed army,
In their pure and bright array,
We shall gather in the morning,
Where the shadows flee away.
By the martyrs and apostles,
And the holy men of old,
With the story of redemption
Through eternal years be told:
We shall hear and join the chorus
In that realm of endless day,
When we gather in the morning,
Where the shadows flee away.
There are voices we remember,
There are friends we dearly love;
We shall meet them at the portals
Of that city built above:
And out Saviour’s
“Come, ye blessèd!”
All out trials will repay,
When we gather in the morning,
Where the shadows flee away.
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8 7 8 7 D
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Song 2:17;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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WHERE THE SHADOWS FLEE
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8 7 8 7 D
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