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There are glories untold
in that city of gold,
On the brink of the beautiful river;
Its wonderful light
will burst on my sight,
But what will it be to see Jesus?
What will it be to see Jesus?
What will it be to see Him?
There are glories untold
in that city of gold,
But what will it be to see Jesus?
There are some who have
died that His name should abide,
There are some who have
lived for His glory;
What bliss will it be,
their faces to see,
But what will it be to see Jesus?
What will it be to see Jesus?
What will it be to see Him?
There are glories untold
in that city of gold,
But what will it be to see Jesus?
When in wonder I stand
with my hand in His hand,
In the home with
the ransomed forever,
The sorrow all past,
triumphant at last,
Oh, what will it be to see Jesus?
What will it be to see Jesus?
What will it be to see Him?
There are glories untold
in that city of gold,
But what will it be to see Jesus?
When the love-light doth shine
from His eyes into mine,
While the face
that was marred is uplifted,
With rapture complete,
His smile I shall meet,
Oh, what will it be to see Jesus?
What will it be to see Jesus?
What will it be to see Him?
There are glories untold
in that city of gold,
But what will it be to see Jesus?
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