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How I wish I could tell it,
what Jesus did for me,
And what He still
is doing every day;
But, bless His name, it’s growing
so fast upon my hands,
My happy soul
can only seem to say:
Oh, the glory of Calv’ry’s love story,
Oh, the glory that’s in my soul;
Hallelujah, I’ll never get over
Praising God for saving me
while ages roll.
There’s nothing like the glory
to show the world around
We have the best of life in every way;
We walk and talk with Jesus,
He makes our joys abound
With something new
from heaven every day.
Stop wishing that you had it
and felt this glory, too—
You don’t get it by wishing,
you must yield;
Come out from Egypt’s bondage,
be washed in Jesus’ blood,
Just pay the price,
get in God’s clover field.
Some think this great salvation
will stop all their good times,
They must not do a thing
but sing and pray;
We do just what we want to,
and go where’er we please,
And that is what
we’re doing here today.
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