| No longer what we were before
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| But not all that we will be
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| Tomorrow, when we lock the door
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| On all our compromising
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| When He appears
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| He’ll draw us near
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| And we’ll be changed by His glory
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| Wrapped up in His glory…
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| We will be like Him
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| For we shall see Him
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| As He is
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| (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la…)
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| No longer what we saw before
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| But not all that we will see
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| Tomorrow, when we lock the door
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| On all our disbelieving
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| When He appears (holy, holy)
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| Our view will clear
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| And we’ll be changed by His glory
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| Wrapped up in His glory…
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| But I’m caught in between
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| The now and the not yet;
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| Sometimes it seems like
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| Forever and ever
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| That I’ve been reaching to be
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| All that I am
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| But I’m only a few steps nearer
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| Yet I’m nearer…
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| No longer what we were before
|
| But not all that we will be
|
| Tomorrow, when we lock the door
|
| On all our disbelieving
|
| And He appears (holy, holy)
|
| He’ll draw us near
|
| And we’ll be changed by His glory
|
| Wrapped up in His glory…
|
| When He appears (holy, holy)
|
| He’ll draw us near
|
| And we’ll be changed by His glory
|
| Wrapped up in His glory… |