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If I surveyed all the good things |
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That come to me from above |
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If I count all the blessings |
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From the storehouse of love |
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I'd simply ask for the favor |
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Of him beyond mortal king |
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And I'm sure |
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That he'd grant it again |
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I want to stroll over |
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HeavenWith you some glad day |
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When all our troubles and heartaches |
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Are vanished away |
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Then we'll enjoy the beauty |
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Where all things are new |
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I want to stroll over |
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HeavenWith you |
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So many places of beauty |
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We long to see here below |
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But time and treasures have kept us |
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From making plans as you know |
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But come the morning of the rapture |
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Together we'll stand a new |
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While I stroll over |
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HeavenWith you |
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I want to stroll over |
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HeavenWith you some glad day |
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When all our troubles and heartaches |
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Are vanished away |
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Then we'll enjoy the beauty |
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Where all things are new |
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I want to stroll over |
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HeavenWith you |
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I want to stroll over |
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HeavenWith you |
