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We’re a band of happy pilgrims
bound for our home above,
Walking in the highway of the King;
Our lips are filled with praises,
our hearts are full of love,
Walking in the highway of the King.
Walking in the highway of the King,
Walking in the highway of the King;
With hearts all full of praise,
we’re happy all our days,
Walking in the highway of the King.
This is the grand old highway
our fathers all have trod,
Walking in the highway of the King;
The only way that leads us
to heaven and to God,
Walking in the highway of the King.
Walking in the highway of the King,
Walking in the highway of the King;
With hearts all full of praise,
we’re happy all our days,
Walking in the highway of the King.
No unclean thing can
ever pass o’er this holy way,
Walking in the highway of the King;
No danger can befall us,
we’re safe by night and day,
Walking in the highway of the King.
Walking in the highway of the King,
Walking in the highway of the King;
With hearts all full of praise,
we’re happy all our days,
Walking in the highway of the King.
With songs of joy and gladness
the ransomed now we see,
Walking in the highway of the King;
With garments pure and spotless,
and hearts from sin made free,
Walking in the highway of the King.
Walking in the highway of the King,
Walking in the highway of the King;
With hearts all full of praise,
we’re happy all our days,
Walking in the highway of the King.
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