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Time with its tempests
is passing away,
Some day, and soon it may be,
Jesus will come,
oh, that glorious day!
Coming in glory for me.
The day of all days
is coming at last,
The day of all days
when sorrows are past,
The day of all days
when I thro’ His grace
Shall see with delight
His wonderful face.
Oh, what a wonderful
joy to be there,
Praising the Lamb that was slain;
Rising to met Him,
caught up in the air!
Oh, He is coming again.
The day of all days
is coming at last,
The day of all days
when sorrows are past,
The day of all days
when I thro’ His grace
Shall see with delight
His wonderful face.
That is the wonderful day of all days,
That day when time shall be o’er;
Tongues of all nations
will sing of His praise
On fair eternity’s shore.
The day of all days
is coming at last,
The day of all days
when sorrows are past,
The day of all days
when I thro’ His grace
Shall see with delight
His wonderful face.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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10 7 10 7 and refrain
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Dates:
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1921
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Bible Refs:
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1 Th 4:17;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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THE DAY OF ALL DAYS
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Meter:
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10 7 10 7 and refrain
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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echo ' | ';
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